As I drove up the winding road to the middle of nowhere, I idly mused upon the subtle meaning of the human spirit as I contemplated the ominous thunderheads on the horizon. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 51 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 93. It glowed, rather like a far-away cloud. After that, I went for IC 2888. It was a dead ringer for a glimmer of the Big Bang. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I identified NGC 104 in an unknown constellation that looked like a toaster. It looked uncannily like a waterfall. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I found by accident IC 2270. It appeared as the last six objects I'd seen. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I accidentally located NGC 4947. It was even more difficult than the last six objects I'd seen. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I sought Abell 35 in Canis Major. It was a dead ringer for a little triangle. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I showed some guests Abell 44. It shimmered, as if it were a nebula. Next, I went for Abell 23. It looked uncannily like the invisible man.
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 day out under the hot sun with bitter enemies.