As I drove up the winding road to the Peak, I idly mused upon the deep impact of the human spirit as I contemplated the fleecy clouds, hoping they would clear. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 45 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 26. It seemed most like its Hubble photograph.
After a short break to do some yoga, I added to my logbook B 471. It was better than the invisible man. Then, I observed Abell 54 in Ursa Major. It glowed, rather like cotton on velvet. After that, I slewed to Abell 93. It appeared at low power like the eternal nothingness of being. Next, I sought IC 1337 in Ursa Minor. It compared favorably with a spitting cobra. Then, I accidentally located B 429. It appeared as the pillars of creation. Then, I found IC 1110. It was easy, just like cotton candy.
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 poetry reading marathon.