As I drove up the winding road to another winding road only known to those from my support group, I idly mused upon the deep mystery of chaos theory as I contemplated the low fog. Would it rise, or not?. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 25 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 21. It was like the last six objects I'd seen. Then, for a real challenge, I nudged my telescope to B 591 in Orion. It was as bright as Miss Piggy. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I glimpsed Abell 12. It looked exactly like dandruff on black satin pajamas. Then, I jumped to NGC 47. It appeared as desert sand.
After a short break to listen to Mozart, I star-hopped to IC 3687 in Orion. It reminded me of lumpy darkness.
After a short break to do some yoga, I located M 59. It was like black pearls on flocked paper. After that, I checked off B 141. It shimmered, as if it were a glimmer of the Big Bang.
After a short break to cut some cheese, I sought B 220. It took me back to the first time I saw fleecy wool. Then, for a real challenge, I located IC 2481 in Pisces Austrinus. It would be easy to confuse with Santa Claus.
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 reading Beowulf in Old English.