Flapping towards the glide

Feathers for the glide

Cities are spaces traditionally defined by a clash of jarring sounds. But that’s not always guaranteed and it’s certainly not a constant. The unrhythmic nature of this background noise defines the unexpected periods of quiet, drawing our attention to the ebbs of this haphazardly flowing urban soundtrack.

Sometimes those magical shifts towards silence will unfold while I’m lounging in the market square soaking up some sun, or sitting at a café with coffee in hand, or perhaps waiting on a train platform at the end of a long day. Suddenly there will be a change in the surrounding aural landscape, with all falling quiet.

If I’m lucky and the timing is right, the sound of franticly flapping wings will be heard. I’ll look up and notice a bird – most often a pigeon – ascending towards the sky in rather inelegant fashion … but then … when a certain point is reached the flapping ceases and the bird’s trajectory changes, calmly gliding downwards in a smooth arc towards the earth.

I love witnessing those moments, and if it wasn’t for a sudden absence of city noise, then I’d likely miss them.

Feathers for the glide

I think about the smoothness of that glide when I run.

Achieving a steady rhythm is my goal. I’m looking forward to reaching that certain point where the magic happens and everything flows. For now though – while others glide past me on quiet feet – I flap my way noisily forwards in furious fashion.

I keep going, one foot in front of the other, because I know that one of these days I’ll find my wings.


  1. woolf

    wings… and coffee!
    let’s take a break. ,)))

    1. tracey (Post author)

      Hi Woolf – That sounds perfectly wonderful to me … I shall flap my way right over. 😉


  2. Linda

    Oh what a fabulous analogy Tracey! I have dreams about running….. but my chiro has told me I can’t do it due to a brummy knee. In my dreams I’m running through a forest just feeling free and gloriously alive! Maybe one day I’ll get my aging bones up to it. 🙂 You sound like you’re well on your way…….. xx

    1. tracey (Post author)

      Hi Linda – It’s a shame you can’t run because of your dodgy knee (they’re such temperamental things) … but I’m glad to read that in your dreams you travel through the most beautiful spaces.

      Slowly but surely I’m feeling stronger as a runner … but it’d be nice not to get passed by so many other runners. 😉

  3. May

    Tracey, I can totally relate to this. Was just suffering from this earlier today. I am also hoping one day to lift off and fly, glide… Til then, one laboured step at a time!

    1. tracey (Post author)

      Hi May – Oh running is a tricky thing … and I think we must be more patient than expected to get that wonderful feeling of ‘flight’. So yes, one step forward at a time sounds about right to me too. 🙂

  4. Caz

    Thanks for leaving a comment on my blog Tracey (I’ve left a return one for you). Such a beautiful post…

    1. tracey (Post author)

      Hi Caz – Thanks so much for the return visit … I’ll pop back over to visit you again soon.

  5. Camila Faria

    Oh, Tracey, I’m so glad you’re back with your amazing – and always beautiful – posts! And I long for that steady rhythm as well. <3

    1. tracey (Post author)

      Hi Camila – Thank you so much for your lovely words … one of these days I’m hoping that smooth rhythm will magically find us. 🙂

  6. krystal/village

    really enjoyed reading this, may you find your wings 😉

    1. tracey (Post author)

      Hi Krystal – Thanks so much lovely lady … I’m hoping I find those wings sooner rather than later too. 🙂

  7. Erika Lee Sears

    It is amazing when you notice something like a bird in a busy place. 🙂

    Tracey you have your wings- you just have to use them.

    1. tracey (Post author)

      Hi Erika – I do love those quiet moments that give us a chance to notice those little things around us.

      You are so sweet to inspire me so Erika … if only I could convince my slow and plodding feet to get a move on too. 😉

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