As I drove up the winding road to Dinosaur Point, I idly mused upon the popularity of the human spirit as I contemplated the night's aurora display. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 26 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 85. It looked like ripples of water. Then, for a real challenge, I slewed to IC 2551. It seemed fainter than fleecy wool. After that, I tried NGC 5211. It reminded me of Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. Next, I accidentally located B 204 in Sagittarius. It appeared at low power like a spitting cobra. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I identified IC 2183. It was easy, just like a whale spouting. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I studied Abell 79. It appeared in the eyepiece like a waterfall. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I accidentally located Abell 64 in Sagittarius. It was not quite as bright as diamonds on black velvet.
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 root canal.