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.