Bhí lá geal ann, cé go raibh scamaill dorcha ag teacht ón iarthar.

It was a bright day, although dark clouds were coming from the west.

Bhí Aisling ag siúl amuigh cois na hAille Mhóire.

Aisling was walking outside near the Aille Mhóire.

Bhí sí lán de mhianta agus spreagadh inti chun áilleacht na háite a chloisteáil agus a fheiceáil.

She was full of desires and inspiration to hear and see the beauty of the place.

Bhí lá na Féile Pádraig ann, agus bhí sí dúthrachtach ina hiarrachtaí scríbhneoireachta.

It was Lá na Féile Pádraig, and she was diligent in her writing efforts.

Bhí an ghaoth ag séideadh go tréan, agus d'inis sí léi féin go ndéanfadh sí neamhaird ar an aimsir.

The wind was blowing strongly, and she told herself she would ignore the weather.

Bhí sé de mhian aici dul níos gaire don imeall chun an radharc is fearr a fháil.

She wished to get closer to the edge to get the best view.

Bhí an fharraige ag bualadh go dian ar na carraigeacha thíos.

The sea was crashing fiercely on the rocks below.

Thaitin an t-amhrán amuigh ar an aonrú sin léi.

She enjoyed the solitary song out there.

Go tobann, d'éirigh an spéir liath agus thosaigh an stoirm.

Suddenly, the sky turned gray and the storm began.

Bhí an ghaoth ag scuabadh uirthi go fíochmhar agus bhí sí in ann braonta báistí fuar a mhothú ar a craiceann.

The wind was sweeping fiercely at her, and she could feel cold raindrops on her skin.

Bhí Aisling druidte, agus bhí eagla uirthi.

Aisling was cornered and afraid.

Ach i gcroílár a heagla, mhothaigh sí an fhírinne faoina mian: ní raibh sí anseo chun éalú, ach chun filleadh ar a croí.

But in the heart of her fear, she realized the truth of her desire: she was not there to escape, but to return to her heart.

D'imigh sí go cúramach ar ais ón imeall agus fuair sí scáth i scoilt bheag sa charraig.

She carefully moved back from the edge and found shelter in a small crevice in the rock.

D'fhéach sí ar an atmaisféar timpeall uirthi, na scamaill ag rince etní na toinneacha ag caoineadh.

She looked at the atmosphere around her, the clouds dancing and the waves weeping.

Rug sí ar a leabhar nótaí agus thosaigh sí ag scríobh, focail ag titim óna pen mar bháisteach.

She grabbed her notebook and started writing, words falling from her pen like rain.

Bhí an stoirm ag dul i laige de réir a chéile.

The storm gradually weakened.

Chaith Aisling cúpla uair an chloig ansin, ag scríobh gan stad.

Aisling spent a few hours there, writing non-stop.

Bhí a croí ar doirteadh ar na leathanaigh bán.

Her heart poured onto the blank pages.

Bhraith sí láidir agus saor, nach raibh a leithéid riamh roimhe sin.

She felt strong and free, something she had never experienced before.

Nuair a chuaigh an stoirm thar bráid, bhí an spéir soiléir agus an ghrian ag teacht in íochtar.

When the storm passed, the sky was clear, and the sun was descending.

Sheas Aisling suas, ag sracadh amach ar an saol thíos.

Aisling stood up, gazing out at the world below.

Bhí só lasmuigh mar an gcéanna a bhí sí ag mothú laistigh.

There was an outer peace matching what she felt inside.

Chuaigh sí ar ais go cúramach i dtreo an bhóthair agus óna raibh sí in ann féachaint siar ar an áit a raibh sí ceangailte le hersean féin nua: cailín láidir, misniúil a fhoghlaimíonn conas bhraith le gach casadh saoil, afra, o rialú, agus splendid, aire ar a cuid scríbhneoireachta agus saol araon.

She carefully made her way back toward the road from where she could look back at the place where she was connected with her new self: a strong, courageous girl learning how to feel with every turn of life, afr aid of control, and splendid, attentive to both her writing and life.