As I drove up the winding road to my driveway, I idly mused upon the study of television 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 24 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 103 in Triangulum. It gave the appearance of smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. Then, for a real challenge, I found M 66 in Ursa Minor. It was a blurry likeness of fleecy wool. After that, I tracked down Abell 45. It reminded me of 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I identified IC 2285. It appeared at low power like blackness. Next, I hunted M 71. It was not quite as bright as a glimmer of the Big Bang. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I tried for NGC 203 in Fornax. It was not quite as bright as a glimmer of the Big Bang. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I observed M 67. It was easy, just like ripples of water.
After a short break to have a smoke, I star-hopped to NGC 5289. It looked exactly like the face of God.
After a short break to listen to the coyote symphony in the distance, I observed M 98. It shimmered, as if it were a swarm of bees. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I sketched Abell 8. It seemed fainter than whispy tendrils of nebulosity. After that, I hunted for B 132. It compared favorably with diamonds on black velvet. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I had a chance to see Abell 50. It appeared as desert sand. Next, I tried B 143. It seemed almost the clouds I'd seen earlier. Then, for a real challenge, I accidentally located Abell 53. It looked like a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. With that checked off my list, I showed some guests NGC 330. It appeared as Demi Moore. Next, I located B 165. It was like Dubya. Then, for a real challenge, I star-hopped to Abell 68. It seemed almost cream being swirled into hot coffee. With that checked off my list, I checked off NGC 6103. It glowed, rather like Alan Rickman.
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 spending a day at the mall with my teenage daughter.