Thíos i gcontae Chiarraí, bhí Teach Mór cluthar suite ag barr na gcnoc, le radharc ar na machairí glasa agus an fharraige gorm.

In County Kerry, there was a cozy big house situated at the top of the hills, with a view over the green fields and the blue sea.

Bhí an ghrian an tráthnóna ag dul síos go mall, ag réalta gréin bhog thar an ngairdín faoin áit ar d'fhás Ronan agus Saoirse le chéile.

The afternoon sun was slowly setting, casting a soft golden glow over the garden where Ronan and Saoirse had grown up together.

Bhí sé an samhradh, an áit lán le ceol na nÉan agus an ghaoth bog ón gcósta.

It was summer, and the place was filled with the music of birds and the gentle wind from the coast.

Bhí Ronan díreach tar éis filleadh abhaile ón bhFrainc ina raibh sé ina chónaí agus ag obair le cúpla bliain anuas.

Ronan had just returned home from France where he had been living and working for the past few years.

Bhí sé an míogaire pragmatach, ach anois mhothaigh sé folmha, ag iarraidh nasc a dhéanamh le Saoirse, a deirfiúr fós in Éirinn, ag fanacht sa mbaile teaghlaigh seo go léir is faide.

He was the pragmatic wanderer, but now he felt empty, wanting to reconnect with Saoirse, his sister still in Ireland, staying in this family home longer than anyone else.

Agus sa gairdín fíorálainn, bhí Saoirse ag coimeád gnóthach lena plandaí.

And in the beautiful garden, Saoirse was keeping busy with her plants.

Bhí sí láidir agus bródúil, ach rud beag bíonn sí míshásta faoi chomh rathúil is atá Ronan i dtíortha eile.

She was strong and proud, but she was somewhat dissatisfied with how successful Ronan was in other countries.

Bhí fuinneamh casta eatarthu, cosúil le snáthanna a raibh eagla orthu scaoilte.

There was a complex energy between them, like threads afraid of unraveling.

Rinne Ronan iarracht leis an oighir a bhriseadh. Labhair sé faoi na rudaí a rinne siad mar pháistí.

Ronan tried to break the ice. He spoke about the things they did as children.

"Tú cuimhin leat nuair a thaistileamar chuig Trá Bheag agus d'ith muid oighear reoite is trímhíos a bhí diom as," dúirt sé, ag iarraidh aoibh a fháil uirthi.

"Do you remember when we traveled to Trá Bheag and ate ice cream, and I was sick for three months after?" he asked, trying to make her smile.

"Nílim ábalta dearmad a dhéanamh," d'fhreagair Saoirse, cé go raibh éagsúlacht idir a comhfhreagairt agus an méid a rinne sí.

"I can't forget," Saoirse replied, though there was a divergence between her response and what she actually did.

Leanann ár comhrá go teann, cosúil le rincéir damhsa nach bhfuil cinnte den chéad chéim eile.

Their conversation continued tensely, like dancers unsure of the next step.

Chomh fada lena dúbailte seach, rinne siad scagadh ar an am atá thart, agus scaoil Saoirse dá laghad.

Beneath the surface, they sifted through the past, and Saoirse gradually let go.

"Bhí mé ag mothú go raibh tú glactha i bhfad orm," a d'admhaigh Saoirse ar deireadh, a guth ag éirí ó thaobh mothúchán bréan.

"I felt like you were gone for so long," Saoirse finally admitted, her voice rising with weary emotion.

Phléigh Ronan, agus stop an brón is an ualach ar a chroí.

Ronan explained, and the sorrow and burden on his heart stopped.

"Bhí mé brónach thar lear, Saoirse. D'éalaigh mé leis an radharc agus an torann, ach níl áit ar bith cosúil le seo."

"I was sad abroad, Saoirse. I escaped with the sights and sounds, but there is no place like this."

Bhí an nochtadh cosúil le toirní mara chasaimh, ag fáiltiú isteach sa gairdín ina raibh sé ar siúl.

The revelation was like a storm at sea, breaking over the garden where it took place.

Ach d'ardaigh an spéir tar éis an stoirme.

But the sky cleared after the storm.

Thuig Saoirse é, ag breathnú éigin níos glaise agus ag fáil an mothúcháin go raibh sí buan anseo freisin.

Saoirse understood, feeling somehow greener and finding a sense of belonging here too.

Tháinig Ronan agus Saoirse ar chomhthuiscint, ag suirí an cairdeas sin éagsúil aríst.

Ronan and Saoirse reached an understanding, rekindling that distinctive friendship.

Bhí Ronan le níos mó le soilsiú an laoch, agus Saoirse, ainneoin an brón a bhí inti, bhí toisí úr léi féin a chosc.

Ronan with more clarity, and Saoirse, despite her sadness, discovered new dimensions within herself.

Dul ar aghaidh ag labhairt faoi, tháinig siad isteach sa teach teaghlaigh, na seanbhealaí is údair lena chéile a chur de ghlanmheabhair creepadh isteach ina chéile.

As they continued to talk, they went inside the family home, the old paths and history with each other creeping back into their minds.

D'fhuaireadar an samhradh sona sásta i gContae Chiarraí, áit a raibh an ghrian fós ag cosaint ar thairseacha an bhaile.

They found a happy summer together in County Kerry, where the sun still guarded the thresholds of the home.