Ar maidin ag breacadh an lae, bhí gaoth bhog an Earraigh ag séideadh trasna na haillte, ag meabhrú do gach duine go raibh séasúr nua tagtha.

In the morning at the break of dawn, a gentle spring wind was blowing across the cliffs, reminding everyone that a new season had arrived.

Bhí na Cliffs of Moher mar radharc hálainn, ag seasamh go maorga os cionn an Atlantaigh.

The Cliffs of Moher stood as a beautiful sight, majestically above the Atlantic.

Bhí Cathal, leannán an dúlra agus grianghrafadóireacht, ag tnúth le leathach spéisiúla an lae, lá fhéile Bealtaine, nuair a thiteann an ghrian go hálainn.

Cathal, a lover of nature and photography, was looking forward to the intriguing half-light of the day, Lá Fhéile Bealtaine, when the sun sets beautifully.

Ag siúl lena chara dlúth Aoife, d'éirigh Cathal ró-dóchasach.

Walking with his close friend Aoife, Cathal became overly optimistic.

D'éirigh sé le háthas agus é ag braith chomh saor le héan.

He was overcome with joy, feeling as free as a bird.

Ach, go tobann, d'iompaigh a rúitín agus thit sé, ag fágáil géim ghairid screams aige.

But suddenly, his ankle twisted, and he fell, leaving him with a short burst of screams.

"Auch!

"Auch!"

" a d'fhéin sé, ag clúdach a rúitín bréagnaithe támh mhara.

he groaned, covering his sprained ankle with a dull pain.

"A Cathail, bí cúramach," a dúirt Aoife go imníoch.

"A Chathail, be careful," said Aoife anxiously.

Bhí a súile lán le buairt.

Her eyes were full of concern.

"Níl mé ag stopadh anois," arsa Cathal tréan.

"I'm not stopping now," said Cathal determinedly.

"Ní féidir le rud ar bith stopadh orm an grianghraf seo a ghlacadh!

"Nothing can stop me from taking this photo!"

"Bhí imní ar Aoife.

Aoife was worried.

Ba mhaith léi cabhair a fháil, ach bhí siad ansin i bhfad ó cheantar ar bith.

She wanted to get help, but they were far from any area.

Bhí dearbhá ar Cathal gur bhain sé é féin go dtí an barr.

Cathal was determined to make it to the top.

Gan choinne, tháinig Niamh, treoraí áitiúil agus luibhlia dofhiafracht, chucu go hiontasach.

Unexpectedly, Niamh, a local guide and herbalist extraordinaire, came to them surprisingly.

"Tá cabhair de dhíth ort, a stocaire," arsa Niamh le meangadh beag.

"You need help, my friend," said Niamh with a small smile.

Bhagair sí iad le cosán níos sábháilte agus eolas áitiúil faoi na luibheanna a d'fhéadfadh cabhrú le Cathal.

She led them to a safer path and shared local knowledge about the herbs that could help Cathal.

Thug Niamh ointment luachmhar dóibh le cur ar rúitín Cathal.

Niamh gave them a valuable ointment to apply to Cathal's ankle.

Cé gur bhí an cosán níos faide, bhí sé sábháilte.

Although the path was longer, it was safe.

Lean na triúr ar aghaidh, le Niamh ag tabhairt misneach agus treoir.

The three of them continued onward, with Niamh providing encouragement and guidance.

De réir mar a shleamhnaigh an ghrian níos ísle, bhí an am ag teannadh isteach.

As the sun slipped lower, time was ticking away.

"Tá tú cinnte go mbeidh tú ceart?

"Are you sure you'll be okay?"

" d'fhiafraigh Aoife le roinnt bróin dánaigh yet grámhar ina guth.

Aoife asked with some tender yet loving concern in her voice.

Bhí siad beirt buartha, ach shocraigh siad leanúint ar aghaidh le chéile.

They were both worried, but they decided to continue together.

Cuireadh stad maith orthu ar chnoc a bhí suite go síochánta os cionn na farraige fós.

They made a good stop on a hill peacefully situated above the still sea.

D'ardaigh Cathal a cheamara dírithe ar an ngrian ag dul síos de réir a chéile.

Cathal raised his camera, aiming it at the gradually setting sun.

Le lámh Aoife ina láimh aige agus focail Niamh ina chluasa, luaigh sé go tapa ar an deaisic.

With Aoife's hand in his and Niamh's words in his ears, he quickly adjusted the lens.

Frámaigh Cathal an íomhá foirfe agus chliceáil sé an cnaipe.

Cathal framed the perfect image and pressed the button.

Bhí an grianghraf sliocht le dathanna Beltane — órga, dearg agus corcra.

The photograph captured the Beltane colors — golden, red, and purple.

Thosaigh Cathal ag smaoineamh ar a chairde agus a dtacaíocht.

Cathal began to think about his friends and their support.

D'fhoghlaim sé nach leor crógacht amháin uaireanta.

He learned that bravery alone is sometimes not enough.

"Go raibh maith agaibh," ar sé do Aoife agus Niamh, aithníonn sé a gcabhair mar ghrian an stoirm.

"Thank you," he said to Aoife and Niamh, recognizing their help as the sun of the storm.

D'fhéach Aoife ar a chara le bród.

Aoife looked at her friend with pride.

"Níorbh fhéidir linn a dhéanamh é gan a chéile," arsa sí go humhal.

"We couldn't have done it without each other," she said humbly.

Bhí sé ar an nóiméad sin a d'aithin gach duine acu an tábhacht a bhaineann le cairdeas agus grá.

It was at that moment they all recognized the importance of friendship and love.

Cé gur dhúirt go leor focal ar feadh an lae, chreid siad gur léirigh radharc amháin míle rud nach bhféadfadh focal a chur in iúl.

Although many words were spoken throughout the day, they believed that one view could express a thousand things words could not convey.

Agus faoi shine geal na gréine faoi sholas síorraí, lean na triúr orthu, ní amháin le stair a n-achieve an lae, ach le cumha a n-áthais ar shiúlóid shíochánta amach anseo.

And under the bright glow of the eternal light, the three of them continued, not only with the memory of the day's achievement but with the longing for a peaceful walk into the future.