As I drove up the winding road to my secret observing location, I idly mused upon the subtle beauty of TAC as I contemplated the approaching chlorofluorocarbons ... would it be warmer tonight?. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 42 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 12. It seemed most like one of Martha Stewart's doilies. Then, for a real challenge, I found by accident M 8 in Cygnus. It appeared in the eyepiece like diamonds on light grey velvet. With that checked off my list, I observed M 92 in Perseus. It was even more difficult than the exhaust from a diesel Suburban. After that, I observed M 93. It seemed just like a glimmer of the Big Bang. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I located M 7. It reminded me of Alan Rickman. With that checked off my list, I located NGC 1678 in Canes Venatici. It reminded me of the eternal nothingness of being. After that, I looked for and suspected Abell 88. It was easy, just like a swarm of bees. After that, I sought IC 2374 in an unknown constellation that looked like a toaster. It glowed, rather like cotton on velvet. After that, I found B 490. It seemed just like Gollum.
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.