as we  cross  the mountain, we  can walk 
 only  at  night.  long ago, someone here 
 must've  angered  the sun, and  today it 
 still burns us  strangely. but with  the 
 sunset the air comes raining  back  down 
 and gets  thick  enough  to  breathe. it 
 carries with it  smells from  far  away, 
 colourful sparks for the imagination,  a 
 sharp contrast  for  the stale black  of 
 the night.                               
                                          
 the others think  i'm young, they  don't 
 take  me  seriously  and  i  fear   they 
 snicker  a  bit.  you  usually  get  old 
 before  you  learn the  trade enough  to 
 take other  people.  but i do lead  them 
 safely     forward,     every     night. 
                                          
 however,  currently  there  seems  to be 
 something  going on ahead.  those around 
 the  corner  have   stopped,   shouting, 
 pointing.                                
                                          
                           
                           
                           
                           
                           
                           
                           
                           
                                          
 my greatest treasure, the                
 book of stars,   is  a   combined   map, 
 calendar  and timepiece as long  as  you 
 know  what  year it  is. every page is a 
 grid  of  nine  starfields, hand  drawn, 
 below which  are  written coordinates in 
 both space  and time.  a  lot of  it  is 
 applicable  on  earth, but  not all.  it 
 hints  of  other  places  -  some  stars 
 reordered,   some  names  i  have  never 
 heard.   sometimes    the   dates    are 
 impossible.                              
                                          
 those pages are exactly what i  scramble 
 for  right now. i've stopped  breathing. 
 i  sling open the  book  of stars  a bit 
 too quick, spilling all my  notes on the 
 ground.  one  lands on  my foot, it is a 
 drawing of a  muscle cow,  but  i  could 
 care less right now.                     
                                          
 for it seems  like there's a new moon in 
 the sky.