Bhí na clocha ag an gClár na Mór ag glioscarnach faoin ngrian samhraidh, ag tabhairt bríomhaise do na hísleáin agus na hárdáin toinnteacha a d'fhág an tAigéan Atlantach ag bualadh orthu.

The stones at an gClár na Mór glistened under the summer sun, bringing life to the lowlands and the elevated terrain where the Atlantic Ocean's waves broke upon them.

Bhí Cillian agus Aisling i gcarr beag, ag taisteal ó Bhaile Átha Cliath go dtí na cnoic iontacha seo.

Cillian and Aisling were in a small car, traveling from Baile Átha Cliath to these magnificent hills.

D'fhág crúthúnas na dteaghlach suaitithe gur mhian le Cillian, an deartháir stuacach ach cúramach, arís ceangal a dhéanamh le hAisling, a dheirfiúr saor-spioradach.

The evidence of troubled family situations had led Cillian, the stubborn yet cautious brother, to want to reconnect with Aisling, his free-spirited sister.

Bhí an aimsir breá, ach ní raibh an t-atmaisféar ach leath chomh deas.

The weather was fine, but the atmosphere was only half as pleasant.

Chuaigh Cillian isteach san athearnáil, ag iarraidh labhairt ar fhabhtanna an ama atá caite.

Cillian ventured into the past, trying to speak about past mistakes.

D'eitil focal idirghnéithe agus dochaircíocht isteach ina bplé.

Words of misunderstanding and defensiveness flew into their discussion.

"Ní mar sin atá sé, Cillian," arsa Aisling le haithis íochtarach, "ní thuigeann tú mé."

"That's not how it is, Cillian," said Aisling with quiet disdain, "you don't understand me."

Leag Cillian lámh ar an roth stiúrtha go dóigheannach, ag iarraidh síocháin feadh an lámh thuas.

Cillian placed a hand reassuringly on the steering wheel, trying to maintain peace.

"Aisling, níl mé ag iarraidh a bheith mar sin," a dúirt sé go séimh.

"Aisling, I don't want to be like that," he said gently.

"Teastaíonn uaim go dtuigfidh tú nach bhfuilim i gceist a bheith rialaitheach. Táim buartha fút."

"I want you to understand that I don’t mean to be controlling. I'm worried about you."

Bhí an comhrá faoi scáth, fiú agus an grian ag taitneamh lasmuigh den fhuinneog.

The conversation was shadowed, even as the sun shone outside the window.

Ach níor tháinig mórathrú go dtí go raibh siad ag seasamh ag imeall na gCarraigeacha.

But there wasn’t a significant change until they stood at the edge of the cliffs.

Bhí an chuma amuigh síochánta; bhí na tonnta ag ceannach go hiontach síos thíos, iad chomh huaigneach céanna leis an bpáis a bhí ag fiafraí ina gcóraidín.

The scenery appeared peaceful; the waves below broke beautifully, as lonely as the passion that questioned their bond.

Scaoil Aisling faoina mothúcháin mar bháisteach tobann.

Aisling released her emotions like sudden rain.

"Cillian, tá sé deacair seaicéid na seanaimsire a chaitheamh amach," a d'admhaigh sí, a guth ag scríobadh na tonnta.

"Cillian, it's hard to throw away the jackets of the past," she admitted, her voice scraping against the waves.

Bhí Cillian ag teacht ar a thaobh, leis na gaotha ag tabhairt leis oíche amach as Cainnt.

Cillian was coming around, with the winds sweeping an evening out of his speech.

"Cuimilt muid an sean, Aisling, ach tógfaidh muid nua," a dúirt sé, guth righnaigh ionas go raibh sé doimhin agus ionraic.

"We tear the old, Aisling, but we will build anew," he said, his voice resonating deeply and sincerely.

Tar éis an fhiúntais an chomhrá ansin, bhí siad in ann an bhearna a líonadh le pleann nua.

After the meaningful conversation there, they were able to fill the gap with a new plan.

Ghlac Cillian leis an leochaileacht, rud nach ndéanfadh sé riamh, a thuiscint á rómharc ag Aisling.

Cillian embraced vulnerability, something he never did, gaining understanding from Aisling.

Agus d’fhan Aisling mo thosaíocht a fháil, ag foghlaim conas a chaomhnú Céillín dó.

And Aisling remained determined to get her priorities straight, learning how to care for Cillian.

Ghabh na Clár na Mór a gcairdeas nua, chomh hiontach agus a bhí an cruthaíocht ag leigheas.

The Clár na Mór captured their renewed friendship, as marvelous as creation in healing.

Agus le céim shimplí ar ais sa charr, bhí a fhios acu gur túisce leo dul ar aghaidh, agus go mbeadh an turas seo mar thús nua don bheirt.

And with a simple step back into the car, they knew they were ready to move forward, and that this journey would be a new beginning for both of them.