As I drove up the winding road to another winding road only known to those from my support group, I idly mused upon the current implications of TAC as I contemplated the approaching back of the front... would seeing and transparancy improve soon?. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 23 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 32. It shimmered, as if it were the pillars of creation.
After a short break to grab a cheese snack, I sketched IC 1133. It was easy, just like a whale spouting. Next, I tracked down Abell 26. It looked a bit like diamonds on black velvet. Next, I tried B 592. It was easy, just like Alan Rickman.
After a short break to warm up in the car, I glimpsed B 269 in Corvus. It reminded me of black pearls on flocked paper. Next, I slewed to Abell 25 in Virgo. It shimmered, as if it were the pillars of creation. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I tracked down IC 3498. It looked uncannily like diamonds on black velvet. With that checked off my list, I identified NGC 1296. It reminded me of desert sand.
Finally, it was time to pack up and leave. As I drove home, I contemplated the events of the night, and realized that any night out under the sky with good friends is better than fetid Dingo's kidneys.