The mercy of sun after a night of cold greets both the meek and the bold. One turns slowly toward as though risking a wound, the other with palms open awaits a boon. The first fears knowledge of things best left unsaid, the second couldn’t leave a new book unread. The one fears what new light might reveal, the other with steely nerve breaks the seal. The former with a sigh gives in to his fate, the latter with a burst of courage pulls open heaven’s gate.