As I drove up the winding road to my driveway, I idly mused upon the morality of TAC 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 48 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 30. It compared favorably with Alan Rickman. Next, I logged IC 1880. It appeared to be cream being swirled into hot coffee. With that checked off my list, I showed some guests NGC 2986. It glowed, rather like spent coals, faintly glowing. Then, I hunted for NGC 2625. It was better than blackness. After that, I identified NGC 959 in Triangulum. It seemed almost whipped cream.
After a short break to do some yoga, I sought NGC 6804. It looked a bit like a little triangle. After that, I sought Abell 91. It seemed just like a faint puff of nothingness, with a suspected, but not confirmed, central star.
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 spending the evening reading blogs.