As I drove up the winding road to another winding road only known to those from my support group, I idly mused upon the morality of this Pale Blue Dot we call home as I contemplated the fleecy clouds, hoping they would clear. When I arrived at the parking lot, it was filled with friends eager for a night's observing. I counted at least 13 telescopes set up.
I started my night's observing with one of my favorite objects, M 51 in Fornax. It looked like the invisible man. Next, I went for Abell 48. It was better than diamonds on black velvet. After that, I checked out IC 1170. It was easy, just like smoke signals from a rampaging Iroquois band.
After a short break to converse with an owl, I looked for and suspected IC 750. It appeared as R2-D2. Next, I jumped to B 141 in Perseus. It reminded me of fleecy wool. Then, I slewed to Abell 53. It appeared at low power like nothing I'd ever seen before.
After a short break to enjoy a nutritious snack, I added to my logbook NGC 883. It looked a bit like the exhaust from a diesel Suburban. Next, I logged IC 3138 in Sagittarius. It appeared to be dancing elephants. Next, I logged IC 3532. It was a blurry likeness of a Black Rider hunting for Frodo. Next, I found IC 5. It seemed almost a swarm of bees.
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 a day at the mall with my teenage daughter.