when the blizzard comes in the woods / quan el torb entra al bosc (bw)

If it is snowing when you go out to get wood for your fireplace, tie one end of the rope around your waist and tie the other end to the cabin door. The snow can start coming down so fast and hard that in the short time it takes you to get to the woodshed, you can get lost in a whiteout on your way back. It doesn’t sound like it’s possible, but it happened to me once. A light snow turned heavy in just seconds, and then became a blizzard. I ended up staying in the woodshed all night waiting for daylight. I felt ridiculous, but not as ridiculous as I would have felt dying within a mile of my cabin, when all I had wanted to do was to get a few sticks of wood.
There is some compass in all of us that does not want us to walk a straight line. I respect this, and do not try to challenge it in the blizzards. –Rick Bass, In the Loyal Mountains

Fiction Writing Prompt: Write a scene in which your protagonist makes the mistake of believing the compass in the midst of a literal or figurative blizzard.

Journaling Prompt: Do you trust your inner compass at all times or are there situations when you don’t? 

Art Prompt: Lost in a Blizzard

Non-Fiction / Speechwriting Prompt: Tell your audience a story about what you did in the midst of extreme circumstances, with specific focus on whether you trusted your inner compass or something different.

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