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.