Bhí sé dorcha agus fuar ar an gClár.

It was dark and cold on the Clár.

D'ardaigh an ghaoth ó oirthear na huaire, ag déanamh na farraige fhiáin ag a bhun gránna.

The wind rose from the east, making the wild sea at its base ugly.

Bhí duán den saol ag Sorcha agus bhí sí réidh chun tosaithe úr a fháil.

Sorcha had a hook on life and was ready to find a fresh start.

Ag siúl leis an slua, rinne an treoraí turas an-aithris faoina bhfuil thart orthu, ach bhí Sorcha ag iarraidh a neamhspleáchas a bhraitheann.

Walking with the crowd, the tour guide gave a reminiscent talk about their surroundings, but Sorcha wanted to feel her independence.

I dtosach, ní raibh aon chaint idir í féin agus faoi thurasóirí eile.

Initially, there was no conversation between herself and the other tourists.

Bhí Liam, fear óg le gruaig chaol, ag éisteacht go ciallmhar.

Liam, a young man with fine hair, was listening intently.

Bhí sé ag tabhairt a chéad chuairt ar Éirinn.

He was on his first visit to Éirinn, Ireland.

Bhí fonn air cairdeas agus taithí nua a fháil anseo.

He was eager to make friends and gain new experiences here.

Chonaic Sorcha Liam ag faire go haireach an timpeallacht.

Sorcha saw Liam attentively observing the environment.

Ba léir go raibh fíor-spéis aige.

It was clear he had a genuine interest.

D’fhéach sé tharstu idir scamaill na farraige, mar a bheadh sé ag cuardach rud éigin.

He looked out over the sea clouds, as if searching for something.

D'fhiafraigh sé di cad a cheap sí de Thrá Mhóir.

He asked her what she thought of Trá Mhóir.

D’fhéach Sorcha amach ar na Tonnta gorma agus a d’fhulaing a gcuid cumhachta.

Sorcha looked out at the blue waves and endured their power.

"Tá sé álainn," a dúirt sí, "ach is cosúil le mo chroí, millte agus fuar.

"It's beautiful," she said, "but it’s like my heart, spoiled and cold."

"Níos deireanaí, agus iad ag trasnú trasna na gclár, tháinig stoirm.

Later, as they crossed the plains, a storm came.

Níl roinnt den ghrúpa róchompordach, ach mheall Sorcha an ghile sa chuideachta.

Some of the group were not too comfortable, but Sorcha found brightness in the company.

D’oibrigh Liam ar a bhealach isteach as a saol féin agus laistigh den turas seo.

Liam worked his way out of his own world and into this journey.

Ag tús na scéalaíochta seo, ba ghnách leis an bhfíon éagsúlacht nua-aimseartha a phlé, áfach, anois, tá clóscríofa eile idir an dá chara nua.

At the beginning of this narrative, it was usual to discuss modern wine diversity, however, now, another script was written between the two new friends.

Dá mbeadh an ghrian ag taitneamh, chodailfí an liffeach go síochánta, ach ag an am seo bhí an stoirm ag seideadh tríd.

Had the sun been shining, the liffeach would have slept peacefully, but at this time the storm was blowing through.

Bhí Sorcha ag pósadh an buailte ag an iomlán.

Sorcha was embracing the impact of it all.

Le teannas sa bháisteach, d’fhan Liam ina aice léi.

With tension in the rain, Liam stayed beside her.

Bhí a lámha fuar agus thosaigh sí ag croitheadh beagán.

Her hands were cold and she began to shiver a bit.

D'ardaigh sé a lámh agus thug sé í le háit níos sábháilte.

He raised his hand and took her to a safer place.

Sin é an nóiméad a bhí an spréach.

That was the moment when the spark happened.

Baineadh scáth dian as Sorcha.

A harsh shadow was lifted from Sorcha.

Bhí sí ag breathnú ar thonnrás agus fuair sí muinín.

She was watching the tumultuous waves and found confidence.

"Tapaíodh an nóiméad seo," a dúirt Liam de réir a chéile.

"Seize this moment," Liam said gradually.

"Níl rud ar bith eile ar domhan.

"There is nothing else in the world."

"Bhí Sorcha meallta.

Sorcha was captivated.

Bhí a fhios aici gur chuaigh sí trí go leor chun teacht anseo ach an fhírinne a nochtadh, thug Liam suaimhneas di.

She knew she had been through a lot to get here but in truth, Liam brought her peace.

Bhí a mianach déanamh na beatha níos fearr a dhéanamh trí chomhpháirtíocht.

She had a desire to make life better through partnership.

Thug sí lámha agus mentor Liam le teagmháil ceann faoi.

She offered her hands and Liam became a mentor with his gentle touch.

Bhí athrú mór tagtha uirthi.

She had undergone a great change.

Ag deireadh an turais, bhí Sorcha agus Liam réidh le chéile.

At the end of the tour, Sorcha and Liam were ready together.

Seachadann an scéal seo íomhánna cosúil le hoighear ag titim díomhaoin, cuimilte na gaoithe ar chraiceann ghlórmhar, comhluadar neamhghnách a thagann i sráid rudaí a bhfuil ní molta orthu chun tógáil.

This story delivers images like idle ice falling, the wind brushing against radiant skin, unusual companionship arriving in a street of things not praised for building.

Ach seo ag tús, bheadh tuiscint nua acu ar an saol - measúnacht chompordach leis an turas domhan nua.

But here at the beginning, they would have a new understanding of life - a comfortable assessment along the new world journey.

Bhí a lán le foghlaim acu.

They had a lot to learn.

Tháinig Sorcha ar ais ar aghaidh agus teampaill fiúntach a scaipeadh.

Sorcha came forward again, spreading worthwhile temples.

Comhluadar, brionglóidí, a fhios acu gur tháinig an duine ina n-aonar ach gur leagadh iad i chéile ar an turas seasta.

Companionship, dreams, knowing that one arrives alone but they are laid together on the constant journey.

Glóire lustre an lae.

The day’s gleaming glory.