Spring is in the Air

Spring is in the AirSalvador Dali The Great MasturbatorSalvador Dali Leda AtomicaJoseph Mallord William Turner The Grand Canal Venice
Now, Brutha-please put it away-I am going to ask you some questions. Do you understand?"
Brutha nodded.
"When you first came into my apartments, you were for a few seconds in the anteroom. Please describe it to me."
Brutha stared frog-eyed at him. But the turbines of recollection ground into life without his volition, pouring their words into "I am sorry, lord?"
"What was on the tray, my son?"
Images whirled in front of Brutha's eyes.
"On the tray was a thimble. A bronze thimble. And two needles. On the tray was a length of cord. There were knots in the cord. Three knots. And nine coins were on the tray. There was a silver cup on the tray, decorated the forefront of his mind."It is a room about three meters square. With white walls. There is sand on the floor except in the corner by the door, where the flagstones are visible. There is a window on the opposite wall, about two meters up. There were three bars in the window. There is a threelegged stool. There is a holy icon of the Prophet Ossory, carved from aphacia wood and set with silver leaf. There is a scratch in the bottom left-hand corner of the frame. There is a shelf under the window. There is nothing on the shelf but a tray."Vorbis steepled his long thin fingers in front of his nose."On the tray?" he said.