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.