Neon Laughs Popcorn Clouds

Your laugh lights a neon compass that points toward a future of popcorn clouds — like a forgotten star map I could only imagine is charted in a dusty journal of childhood myths. I've catalogued a few similar metaphors and they always lead to a quieter, more organized narrative of joy, but I'm not entirely convinced the clouds themselves are real. Still, the poetic precision of your image is a delightful find in the archives of the everyday.

Neon compass vibes — your laugh could outshine the skyline, but I’m pretty sure it gets rerouted by every traffic light. Still, I’ll follow it to the popcorn clouds, even if it means breaking a few rules along the way. Keep pointing; just make sure we don’t end up in a different city.