As I drove up the winding road to another winding road only known to those from my support group, I idly mused upon the higher implications of AP Refractors 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 7 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 25. It seemed just like dandruff on black satin pajamas.
After a short break to munch cheesy poofs, I located Abell 7. It gave the appearance of spent coals, faintly glowing. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I glimpsed Abell 60. It reminded me of the last six objects I'd seen. Next, I identified M 62. It seemed just like a UFO. Then, I slewed to NGC 5956. It reminded me of smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band.
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.