Bhí an ghrian ag taitneamh go hard sa spéir agus bhí boladh na samhradh le mothú san aer.

The sun was shining high in the sky and the smell of summer was in the air.

Bhí an pobal i gceantar álainn taobh amuigh de Bhaile Átha Cliath ag ullmhú don lá mór glantacháin.

The community in a beautiful area outside Baile Átha Cliath was preparing for the big cleanup day.

Bhí sé am don phobal teacht le chéile, agus Siobhán ina croílár ar na hullmhúcháin go léir.

It was time for the community to come together, and Siobhán was at the heart of all the preparations.

Bhí sí ag gabháil timpeall, ag tabhairt treoracha agus eagraíocht ag cur órd is eagar ar an imeacht.

She was going around, giving directions and organizing, bringing order and structure to the event.

Bhí Cillian ina sheasamh ar thaobh na páirce, cás beag taispeána peann luaidhe ina láimh.

Cillian stood at the side of the field, a small display case of pencils in his hand.

Bhí sé díreach tar éis bogadh isteach sa phobal cúpla seachtain ó shin.

He had just moved into the community a few weeks ago.

Bhíodh sé ag iarraidh inspioráid a fháil dá chuid ealaíne, ach b’éigean dó dul i ngleic le gáirsiúlacht intinne.

He used to seek inspiration for his art, but had to grapple with mental blocks.

Ach inniu, shocraigh sé go dtiocfadh sé chuig an imeacht glantacháin, ag iarraidh briseadh amach as a chraiceann casta.

But today, he decided to attend the cleanup event, trying to break out of his complex shell.

"Dia dhuit, Cillian," a d’fhoghlaim Siobhán faoi deara é.

"Dia dhuit, Cillian," noticed Siobhán.

"Tá gach rud réidh duit fáil isteach? Táimid ag súil le lá iontach!"

"Is everything ready for you to join in? We're looking forward to a great day!"

"Dia is Muire dhuit, Siobhán," arsa Cillian, ag iarraidh a bheith cairdiúil cé go raibh sé cúthail.

"Dia is Muire dhuit, Siobhán," said Cillian, trying to be friendly even though he was shy.

"Tá mé ag súil leis má tá fóntas agam le gné éigin."

"I'm looking forward to it if I can be useful in some way."

Thosaigh obair an sprúis go mall.

The cleanup work started slowly.

Bhí Cillian ag piocadh suas bruscar, féachaint ar an ngaireacht.

Cillian was picking up litter, observing the surroundings.

Go hiontach, bhí Aisling, cara iontaofa Shíobhán ag iarraidh bualadh lena Cillian freisin.

Remarkably, Aisling, Siobhán's trustworthy friend, also wanted to meet Cillian.

Cheap sí go mbeadh Cillian foirfe sompla d’fhear muinteartha Shíobhán, agus bhí a fhios aici a thráchtáin níos gaire a dhéanamh.

She thought Cillian would be the perfect example of a gentleman for Siobhán, and she knew how to bring them closer.

Le linn an lae, tháinig smaoineamh ar Cillian.

During the day, an idea came to Cillian.

Feiceann sé balla folamh ag iompú an pháirce.

He saw an empty wall turning the field.

Gan smaoineamh a thuilleadh, thosaigh sé ag tarraingt.

Without thinking further, he started drawing.

Cruth, líne, dath; bhí sé ag teacht chun beatha faoi lámha aige.

Shape, line, color; it was coming to life under his hands.

Bhí an mural beagnach beo - crainn, scamaill bhána móra agus leanaí ag súgradh.

The mural was almost alive - trees, big white clouds, and children playing.

Thuig sé go raibh sé ag tarraingt faoi scéal an phobail trí shaothar ealaíne.

He understood he was depicting the story of the community through art.

Tharraing an ealaín aird Siobhán.

Siobhán noticed the artwork.

Tháinig sí ag breathnú ar an obair álainn a bhí cumtha ag Cillian.

She came to look at the beautiful work that Cillian had created.

Bhí sí saontaíocht aige, bhí sí caite ag dathanna an tsaothair.

She was enchanted by it, captivated by the colors of the piece.

"Tá sé seo gan samhail, Cillian," a dúirt sí, an samhlaíocht lán de mhothúcháin ag draíocht.

"This is unparalleled, Cillian," she said, her imagination filled with emotions, spellbound.

Buíochas lena neart amaideach Siobhán, lean comhrá ardú.

Thanks to Siobhán's cheerful nature, the conversation grew.

Bhí cosúlacht le feiceáil le Cillian agus, dá mhéad idir dhaoine a bhí ann, lean a chéile.

There seemed to be a connection with Cillian, and, as the gathering of people continued, they bonded.

Dhá dhaoine atá go hiomlán difriúil sa domhan, ach anois tagtha le chéile.

Two people completely different in the world, but now brought together.

Ar deireadh, beartaigh Siobhán agus Cillian comhoibriú ar thionscadal ealaíne pobail.

Finally, Siobhán and Cillian decided to collaborate on a community art project.

Bhraith siad go raibh rud éigin speisialta idir an dá chéile, rud nach raibh sé ar eolas acu roimhe.

They felt there was something special between them, something they hadn't known before.

Do Siobhán, fuair sí cothrom an chomhluadair agus a riachtanas féin á shásamh.

For Siobhán, she found the balance of community and her own needs being fulfilled.

Do Cillian, tháinig sé isteach sa domhan nua le comharchumann úr.

For Cillian, he entered a new world with a fresh community spirit.

Bhí an mural anois mar shiombail nua an phobail, agus beidh a scéal ar siúl go ceann i bhfad eile.

The mural now stood as a new symbol of the community, and its story will continue for a long time to come.