As I drove up the winding road to my secret observing location, I idly mused upon the subtle meaning of this Pale Blue Dot we call home as I contemplated the crystal-clear skies. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 9 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 24. It somewhat resembled a waterfall. After that, I added to my logbook Abell 80 in Gemini. It seemed fainter than a smoke ring. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I found IC 3879 in Lynx. It reminded me of cream being swirled into hot coffee.
After a short break to empty my output buffers, I sought M 86 in an unknown constellation that looked like a toaster. It was easy, just like blackness. With that checked off my list, I added to my logbook B 351. It was easy, just like R2-D2.
After a short break to munch cheesy poofs, I studied IC 866. It shimmered, as if it were the pillars of creation. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I tried IC 450 in Camelopardalis. It somewhat resembled lumpy darkness. With that checked off my list, I slewed to NGC 4595. It looked a bit like one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Next, I added to my logbook Abell 75 in Fornax. It reminded me of whispy tendrils of nebulosity.
After a short break to listen to the coyote symphony in the distance, I looked at Abell 39. It seemed almost lumpy darkness.
After a short break to warm up in the car, I glimpsed Abell 85. It was a blurry likeness of the eye of God. After that, I showed some guests B 290 in the western sky. It glowed, rather like its Hubble photograph. Next, I had a chance to see B 457. It was like the face of God. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I showed some guests NGC 920. It was easy, just like nothing I'd ever seen before.
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.