"It sounded at first like an enchanted rain, in which songs were trapped in each droplet, bursting open with music as they broke over branch and trickled down through the gray air."Then later, she compares the birds in the overfull tree to the millions of voices online and contemplates her place in the online landscape:
"If this online land we've mutually created suddenly sounded, it's murmur rising above the pecking of my keys, resonant with millions of voices, humid with emotion, a storm cloud promising life, thunder, release . . . I imagine some corner of this land would light up like the spruce this morning, voluminous with invisible minstrels, and it would because we gather, and peep, squawk, or trickle out our particular verse for this particular moment on our particular path."Reading Ellen's blog forces me to take a moment to slow down, think quietly, and breathe. I hope you'll stop by, say hello, and add your own peep to her world.