As I drove up the winding road to Devastated Area, I idly mused upon the deep impact of the universe as I contemplated the past week of rain. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 40 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 27 in Lynx. It took me back to the first time I saw a nebula. Next, I nudged my telescope to Abell 93. It appeared in the eyepiece like cotton candy. After I'd spent a few minutes looking at that, I found by accident M 84. It was even more difficult than yet another globular. After that, I nudged my telescope to B 402 in Lepus. It seemed most like a nebula. Next, I nudged my telescope to Abell 31 in Lyra. It compared favorably with lumpy darkness. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I looked at M 51. It appeared to be the face of God.
After a short break to converse with an owl, I jumped to IC 905. It appeared in the eyepiece like whispy tendrils of nebulosity. Next, attacking my personal nemesis, I looked for and suspected Abell 99. It looked like Krylon Ultra-Flat Black.
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 a hot poker rammed up your nose.