Day 2

Thinking of what to write about is easy. The constraint is conveying the exact emotion you want to the reader. 

How might I tell a story of a time I endured extreme cold and beg of empathy from the reader when other humans have persisted through far more rigid temperatures? Does the meter on the thermostat determine the ferocity of language that I'm allowed to use in this supplication? 

While the temperature may have been the first domino to fall, it is not the cause of my despair. It's how I felt in that moment of darkness. 

I don't want you to have to experience the cold. I just want you to feel how I felt. 

That bitter moment of my life was endured at the base of a mountain in which Jack Kerouac spent a summer atop of in a fire lookout. 

The words to describe this story, like others, are elusive because they don't let you feel how I feel. 

I resonate with Jack in that "One day I will find the right words and they will be simple".