Late at night, when most people sleep, and the fields outside are soft with dew and summer half-light, I log-in to WordPress.

Pixel lizards scuttle across glass.  A frogspawn avatar gloops across multiple websites as I comment here and comment there.  Fish flit and drift as the gallery slideshow fades in and out.   A dark waterfall roars across the top of our home page.  Our website, our online existence, is alive with the rustlings and splashes of aquatic and amphibious creatures.

I am swept away on the current.   My fingertips hop-scotch across the keys, tappety tap, tappety tap, tappety tappety tappety tap.  The fan of the laptop burrs.  And behind it all, there’s the barely perceptible whirl of millions of online voices.

This is the sound of the internet:  percussion and hum.