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.