This moon is whom she looked up to very often. The presence of it gave her confusion at first. Her doubts cleared and happiness sipped. Without her awareness, each night her yearning for the moon increased steadily. The moon was her faraway dream companion. Her only wish was to hold the moon in her hands, speak to it and give a single hug. Every time the moon was clouded by the night sky, her tears traced her inner feelings. Her tears that were silent, frozen and hidden.

But the greatness of the blue moon now has been known. The shadow of winter was crafted by the moon and carefully returned to where it belongs. The colour isn't the same anymore but it is definitely brighter than the stars of the sky.

She had the opportunity to muster her courage and speak to the moon about what she truly felt. However, she did not know if the moon would be able to hear her words. Or rather she was afraid about what the moon would reply. She was afraid but yet her sparkling eyes blinded her fear. Her negative thoughts ruled her mind constantly. That her eyes failed to cover.

But yes, the moon did hear her words. It heard the feelings that she had and how much she treasured the moon. The moon sunk into hours of surprise, thinking about who she really was. Why would someone bother about the moon? No one ever cared or rather no one ever spoke their feelings to the moon? So why? Why she? The moon wondered. And suddenly it yearned to see her face and speak to her. The moon's wish identical to that of hers.

They met. They talked. They laughed. They shared. They joked. They listened. They stared. They revealed. The two hours that she yearned. The two hours that the moon enjoyed.

The moon never expected her to be the way she is. It built its own perceptions of her and they were utterly wrong. She lived in the crowded world of its moonlight. The moon suddenly saw the real beauty behind her. But beneath it was a thought about who the moon really was. The moon. No one can get close to the moon, not even love. So how can it open its heart for her? The moon wished it could but she is too far away to be with. She knew that her dream with the moon will always be kept as a dream.

Then the time was up. The moon had to leave. They had to part. She looked into its eyes and for once, her heart felt the warmth of the moonlight. The warmth that will stay in her heart forever. She asked the moon something in the end before it left - a hug. They hugged. And the gentle touch of the moon filled her soul. Her empty soul instantly filled with the love. She hid a tear and silently smiled it off as she wished that Time would freeze the moment.

It was not a sad day after all for her although her dream with the moon did not come true. But her single wish did and to her that was enough. She will continue to live with the dream of the moon. For the moon, it will know that someone out there had given a beautiful gift - a place in her heart. For her, she lives in the satisfaction of seeing the moon of the night sky from her window.

As she freezes her tear once again, the memories of the day spent with the moon flashes into her mind. The blue moon will always belong to the heart of Winter. Indeed its The Winter's Blue Moon. Another memory of winter. And yes the moon's too.