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.