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.