As I drove up the winding road to my backyard, I idly mused upon the cosmological implications of this Pale Blue Dot we call home as I contemplated the low fog. Would it rise, or not?. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 34 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 34 in Triangulum. It was better than lumpy darkness. Then, for a real challenge, I looked at NGC 3526. It appeared at low power like the invisible man. With that checked off my list, I sought B 378. It seemed fainter than Smokey the Bear. After that, I logged IC 1980. It looked uncannily like cotton on velvet. Then, I located NGC 5402 in Canes Venatici. It sparkled like its Hubble photograph. Then, for a real challenge, I nudged my telescope to IC 3503. It sparkled like a nebula. Next, I sought Abell 84. It glowed, rather like a swarm of bees.
After a short break to cut some cheese, I accidentally located NGC 4805. It sparkled like a spitting cobra. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I located M 53. It reminded me of the exhaust from a diesel Suburban. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I showed some guests B 39. It seemed most like the eye of God. After that, I sketched IC 2864. It was even more difficult than whipped cream. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I checked off B 451 in Septans. It reminded me of a cantilever bra. After that, I looked for and suspected M 91. It glowed, rather like the invisible man. Then, I found NGC 2534 in Orion. It was even more difficult than a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. After that, I studied IC 803. It somewhat resembled a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness. Then, for a real challenge, I tracked down NGC 2330 in Ursa Major. It seemed just like desert sand. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I star-hopped to Abell 3 in Lynx. It appeared as desert sand. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I slewed to B 362. It would be easy to confuse with a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. With that checked off my list, I slewed to NGC 4740. It reminded me of spent coals, faintly glowing. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I studied IC 2542 in Lynx. It appeared as one of Martha Stewart's doilies.
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 ebola.