sometimes

Yesterday I walked through the early morning and thought this:

sometimes
feeling the cool air on my skin
is enough

Later I wanted to run but somehow found myself at the library.  I was looking for Robert Bly but found Mary Oliver.  This morning I opened the book in the middle and there were these words:

Instructions for living a life:
Pay attention.
Be astonished.
Tell about it.

I turned the pages backward to read the title:  "Sometimes"

Sometimes the messages are clear, if not loud.