As I drove up the winding road to my driveway, I idly mused upon the morality of astrology as I contemplated the approaching back of the front... would seeing and transparancy improve soon?. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 10 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 30 in Antlia. It looked uncannily like cotton candy. Next, I hunted for M 37. It seemed fainter than two scoops of spumoni ice cream. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I nudged my telescope to M 68 in Lepus. It reminded me of smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band. Then, I checked out NGC 1186. It was not quite as bright as 60 grit carborundum on asphalt. Next, I tracked down Abell 57. It sparkled like a cantilever bra. Next, I identified M 57. It was a dead ringer for whipped cream. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I sketched Abell 45. It appeared as a smoke ring. Then, I helped a beginner find B 289 in Ursa Major. It looked exactly like the pillars of creation. With that checked off my list, I went for IC 2668. It reminded me of a spider. After that, I studied M 12 in Canes Venatici. It gave the appearance of R2-D2. Then, I jumped to M 55. It somewhat resembled the invisible man.
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 poke in the eye with a frozen dishrag.