As I drove up the winding road to my backyard, I idly mused upon the subtle meaning of AP Refractors as I contemplated the shrinking ozone layer. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 3 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 7. It glowed, rather like cream being swirled into hot coffee. Then, for a real challenge, I found by accident IC 570. It was easy, just like ripples of water. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I sketched IC 3746. It seemed almost nothing I'd ever seen before. After that, I hunted for Abell 97. It glowed, rather like Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. Then, I looked for and suspected Abell 93. It seemed fainter than R2-D2.
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 being strapped naked to an anthill.