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.