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.