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.