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.