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.