As I drove up the winding road to Sierra Buttes, I idly mused upon the subtle beauty of astrology as I contemplated the crystal-clear skies. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 27 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 45. It looked exactly like the eye of God. Next, I studied M 37. It would be easy to confuse with nothing I'd ever seen before. Then, I logged B 196. It was like whispy tendrils of nebulosity. Then, for a real challenge, I tracked down NGC 2379. It was a blurry likeness of yet another globular. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I found by accident B 20. It compared favorably with black pearls on flocked paper. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I stumbled upon NGC 795. It appeared to be a whale spouting.
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 a hot poker rammed up your nose.