As I drove up the winding road to my backyard, I idly mused upon the insignificance of television 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 51 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 55. It took me back to the first time I saw Krylon Ultra-Flat Black.
After a short break to listen to Mozart, I checked off B 384. It looked exactly like Alan Rickman. Next, I sought NGC 4421. It somewhat resembled R2-D2. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I tried Abell 38. It seemed almost a smoke ring. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I accidentally located M 105. It looked like a far-away cloud. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I jumped to M 7 in Ophiuchus. It looked uncannily like cotton candy.
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 stacking 400 Mars images by hand.