As I drove up the winding road to the Peak, I idly mused upon the subtle meaning of the universe 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 45 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 20. It gave the appearance of a nebula. Then, for a real challenge, I looked at B 272. It seemed almost diamonds on light grey velvet. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I accidentally located B 35 in Cygnus. It reminded me of the last six objects I'd seen. After that, I slewed to Abell 65 in Lynx. It shimmered, as if it were an inflamed monkey butt. Next, I hunted for Abell 14. It was not quite as bright as spent coals, faintly glowing. Then, for a real challenge, I tracked down M 93 in Draco. It looked exactly like a spitting cobra. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I jumped to B 110. It sparkled like diamonds on light grey velvet. Next, I studied NGC 1643. It appeared to be diamonds on black velvet. Then, I checked off B 243. It seemed almost a whale spouting. After that, I added to my logbook IC 3293. It glowed, rather like 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 being ravaged by savage wild wombats.