A backyard stargazing journal — logs, sketches, and the occasional clouded-out night.
Seeing was steady enough to hold the belts for a few minutes at a stretch. Io and Europa sat close on the western side; Ganymede and Callisto strung out east. Nothing dramatic, but the kind of quiet hour that makes the cold worth it.
High cloud rolled in before I could get anywhere. Left the scope cooling on the patio for an hour and then just watched the haze thicken. Some nights the sketchbook stays empty and that's fine.
Half of this is memory-keeping. You forget which eyepiece framed the Pleiades best, or when you last caught the ISS pass overhead. Writing it down turns a hobby into a slow, growing map.