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.