The parked sedan was covered with silk flowers and vines. The rear bore the familiar fish emblem with Jesus and a cross in it. And the Darwin fish with feet. And a fat Buddha fish.

There was a frog. A sea turtle. Something devilish with horns. A Kerry sticker. A child’s fishing pole jutting from the windshield.

In the center of the roof, a volcanic cone of glued rocks with red-paint lava.

And inside on the dash, a beach of sandpaper and stone.

An hour later, the car was gone. A traveling sculpture, or a dream on wheels.