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.