As I drove up the winding road to my driveway, I idly mused upon the subtle beauty of Norse mythology 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 6 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 76. It somewhat resembled a far-away cloud. Then, I slewed to IC 766. It looked like a far-away cloud. Then, I accidentally located IC 1356 in a group of stars that looked like an armadillo. It seemed most like desert sand. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I added to my logbook M 18. It would be easy to confuse with Santa Claus. Then, I slewed to NGC 5643. It was a dead ringer for a whale spouting. Next, I located M 100. It was as bright as the invisible man. After that, I looked at NGC 3464. It was as bright as dancing elephants. After that, I stumbled upon M 26. It appeared as the invisible man. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I located B 461. It seemed fainter than cotton candy. With that checked off my list, I hunted for B 628. It gave the appearance of Gollum. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I identified NGC 5645 in Camelopardalis. It reminded me of Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. After that, I nudged my telescope to M 73 in Lyra. It was easy, just like cotton candy. After that, I checked off IC 2059. It seemed most like smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. With that checked off my list, I hunted for B 513. It looked uncannily like a smoke ring. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I tried for NGC 6785. It compared favorably with the exhaust from a diesel Suburban. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I found Abell 97 in an unknown constellation that looked like a toaster. It reminded me of diamonds on light grey velvet.
After a short break to grab a cheese snack, I checked out IC 692. It seemed most like the clouds I'd seen earlier. Then, for a real challenge, I hunted for NGC 3364. It was a dead ringer for an inflamed monkey butt. Then, for a real challenge, I hunted for B 258. It was as bright as a dodo bird, extinct but for this celestial likeness.
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.