A surprise of a house confronted us as we rounded a bend. A triangular room of stained glass hangs out over the front, like the prow of a ship. Shingles rise and fall in waves, following the curves of the walls. Metal bands and circles of orange metal form a roller coaster of a stairway. Mosaics, created from smashed-up ceramics edge the house and decorate the chimney. I hadn't been in this Cincinnati neighborhood in a long time. Surrounded by neat little bungalows, this amazing house is an incongruity. I wonder what the neighbors think. I wonder who lives there. I wish I could drive by this house every day.