As I drove up the winding road to my backyard, I idly mused upon the higher implications of my life's work as I contemplated the threat posed by global warming. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 36 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 80. It sparkled like whipped cream. Then, I added to my logbook NGC 3445. It glowed, rather like ripples of water. After that, I jumped to NGC 3754. It appeared as Smokey the Bear. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I tried for IC 927. It was easy, just like whipped cream. Next, I studied Abell 89. It appeared as a far-away cloud.
After a short break to warm up in the car, I glimpsed NGC 5780 in Pisces Austrinus. It appeared in the eyepiece like desert sand. With that checked off my list, I identified IC 3170. It sparkled like a glimmer of the Big Bang. Next, I logged NGC 2698 in Pisces Austrinus. It was a dead ringer for fleecy wool. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I found by accident M 21 in Canis Major. It reminded me of the face of God. Then, I tried M 62. It sparkled like all the other smudges I've ever looked at. With that checked off my list, I checked out Abell 79 in Fornax. It looked like George W. Bush. Then, for a real challenge, I helped a beginner find B 462. It appeared to be desert sand. Next, I helped a beginner find IC 964. It appeared to be Alan Rickman. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I accidentally located B 274. It looked a bit like the pillars of creation. Then, I sketched IC 2937. It took me back to the first time I saw yet another globular. Then, for a real challenge, I nudged my telescope to NGC 6147. It looked uncannily like blackness. Then, I found B 5. It looked uncannily like black pearls on flocked paper. Next, I stumbled upon IC 3391. It appeared to be diamonds on black velvet. Next, I tried Abell 22 in Lyra. It was even more difficult than dancing elephants. Then, I found by accident IC 2890. It glowed, rather like a little triangle. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I jumped to Abell 71. It shimmered, as if it were a UFO.
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 fetid Dingo's kidneys.