Bhí ceo trom ar maidin i bPáirc Náisiúnta Chill Airne.

There was a heavy mist in the morning at Páirc Náisiúnta Chill Airne.

B’fhiú go mór an turas a dhéanamh.

The trip was well worth it.

Bhí tús áite ag Aoife agus Cian ar chonair shneachta a bhí líonta le crainn arda.

Aoife and Cian had prioritized a snowy trail filled with tall trees.

Bhí Aoife lán díograise i gcónaí maidir le nádúr a scrúdú.

Aoife was always full of enthusiasm for exploring nature.

Ba í seo an turas a bhí sí ag tnúth leis le fada an lá, mar bhí súil aici go mbeadh uirthi féin agus Cian níos gaire dá chéile.

This was the trip she had been looking forward to for a long time, hoping it would bring her and Cian closer together.

Bhí an ceobhrán ag cur fíorfhíornú orthu, ach bhí Aoife ag mothú brú sa cholainn nár bhí feictear.

The drizzle was truly soaking them, but Aoife was feeling an unseen pressure in her body.

Bhí a croí ag treascairt.

Her heart was pounding.

Bhí fonn uirthi labhairt le Cian faoi na mothúcháin a bhí aici.

She had a desire to talk to Cian about her feelings.

Ach bhí faitíos uirthi, agus Cian ag coimeád a smaointe dó féin.

But she was afraid, and Cian was keeping his thoughts to himself.

Cian, a bhí réchúiseach mar is gnáth, ag coimeád a shúile ar an gcosán.

Cian, usually laid-back, kept his eyes on the path.

"Is áilleacht na páirce é ar féidir linn a ghabháil a thuiscint," arsa Cian, ag stopadh leis an gcomhábhar timpeall air a bhreathnú.

"The beauty of the park is something we can understand in appreciation," said Cian, stopping to look at the surroundings.

D'fhéach Aoife air.

Aoife looked at him.

D’imigh an mhaidin go mall le siúlóidí cois locha chiúin agus faoi scáth na gcrainn mhóra.

The morning passed slowly with walks by quiet lakes and under the shade of the large trees.

Bhí Aoife ag smaoineamh an fiú deireadh a chur leis an suaimhneas sin le comhrá dáiríre.

Aoife was contemplating whether it was worth disturbing that peace with a serious conversation.

"Ba bhreá liom an tslí sin idir an dá linn a aistriú," a rith léi.

"I’d love to shift that path between us," crossed her mind.

Bhí eagla ar Aoife, áfach, faoi cad a déarfadh Cian.

However, Aoife was afraid of what Cian might say.

An gceapfadh sé ar an tslí céanna í?

Would he feel the same way she did?

De réir a chéile, d’éirigh an cheo níos tiúbach.

Gradually, the mist became thicker.

Chaill siad an bealach.

They lost their way.

Anois bhí orthu brath ar a chéile.

Now they had to rely on each other.

"Tá an mapa agamsa, ach níl mé cinnte cá bhfuil muid," a d’admhaigh Cian, ag ráite cairdiúil.

"I have the map, but I'm not sure where we are," Cian admitted, in a friendly tone.

Thapaigh Aoife an deis labhairt amach: "Bhí mé ag smaoineamh," a dúirt sí, an t-ábhar a tharraingt, "faoi fút féin agus mise.

Aoife seized the opportunity to speak up: "I was thinking," she said, introducing the subject, "about you and me.

Tá mé buartha agat.

I'm worried about you."

"Bhí iontas ar Cian, ach go cineálta, chuir sé a lámh ar ghualainn Aoife.

Cian was surprised, but kindly, he put his hand on Aoife’s shoulder.

"Tá mé leisceach faoin todhchaí, tá.

"I’m hesitant about the future, yes.

Ach is maith liom an t-am a chaithimid le chéile," a d’fhreagair sé go macánta.

But I enjoy the time we spend together," he answered honestly.

Le sin, thosaigh comhráidh oscailte eatarthu, ag caint ar a dtuairimí agus ar a n-uaillmhianta.

With that, an open conversation began between them, discussing their views and ambitions.

Bhraith Aoife faoiseamh agus muinín nua, rinne sé rud maith as a n-eagla labhairt amach.

Aoife felt relief and newfound confidence; it turned out talking about their fears was beneficial.

Ar deireadh, d’aimsigh siad an bealach ceart agus lean siad ar aghaidh.

Finally, they found the right path and continued on.

Bhí tosaithe nua ann, ní hamháin don turas, ach don chaidreamh freisin.

There was a new beginning, not just for the journey but for the relationship too.

Bhí na bealaí níos fuaire, ach bhí a gcaidreamh níos teasaí agus níos dearfaí.

The paths were cooler, but their relationship was warmer and more positive.

Bhí fáilte roimh an gcoir mission i Killarney, céimeanna amháin rathúil níos gaire dá chéile.

The welcoming atmosphere in Killarney, one successful step closer to one another.