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.