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.