As I drove up the winding road to my secret observing location, I idly mused upon the study of cosmology as I contemplated the night's aurora display. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 24 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 98 in Scorpius. It was like Krylon Ultra-Flat Black. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I found NGC 5045 in Serpens. It shimmered, as if it were a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star. Next, I checked out M 27. It appeared in the eyepiece like a nebula. Next, I sought B 38. It appeared at low power like Alan Rickman. Next, I stumbled upon M 42. It glowed, rather 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 being ravaged by savage wild wombats.