Spring in a (Virtual) Bottle

It's the essence of Spring today in Bloomington, Indiana, and lovely enough to make the heart ache. Almost balmy; bird song on the breeze; pure blue sky; new leaves in innumerable fresh shades of green; lilacs and dogwood in bloom.

With dystopian fiction so much the fashion, I imagine the inhabitants of some bleak post-apocalyptic future, comforting or tormenting themselves with full-immersion recorded memories of better days gone by. Today is a day they would choose: to walk in the wind, surrounded by color, listening to the birds.