Bhí an ghaoth ag séideadh go fíochmhar timpeall na gCluain Mhór, ag tabhairt boladh féiltrí an Aigéin Atlantach leis.

The wind was blowing fiercely around na gCluain Mhór, bringing with it the salty smell of the Atlantic Ocean.

Bhí an fómhar anseo, agus d’fheicfeá datha láthair an óir agus dúghorma ar an bhfásra ardaí.

Autumn was here, and you could see the hues of gold and deep blue on the tall vegetation.

Bhí Cian ar siúl sna cosáin garbha, ag éalú ó fhiacha an tsaoil laethúil.

Cian was walking the rugged paths, escaping from the burdens of daily life.

Bhí gá aige le socracht aigne, le soiléireacht chun a shaothar agus a shaoil pearsanta a rialáil.

He needed peace of mind and clarity to manage his work and personal life.

Agus é ag breathnú amach ar an spéirling mhórthimpeall, bhraith Cian é féin ag sciorradh ar charraig dheiseal.

As he looked out at the whirlwind around him, Cian felt himself slipping on a slick rock.

Mhothaigh sé an géarphian in a mhata ag casadh deiseal agus thit sé ar a glúine.

He felt the sharp pain in his ankle as he twisted it and fell to his knees.

"A Thiarna!

"Lord!"

" ar sé go caite.

he exclaimed helplessly.

Bhí pianta anála ag teacht le gach céim a thóg Cian agus bhí gortphian a rúitín ag éirí níos fearr.

Every step Cian took brought with it the pain of breathing, and the throbbing pain in his ankle was getting worse.

Chaith sé isteach a rogha: ar chóir dó géilleadh do chorp agus filleadh, nó an mbeadh ionadh aigne air chuige socair agus machnamh?

He contemplated his choices: should he give in to his body and return, or would he find enough mental strength to remain calm and reflect?

Rinne Cian cinneadh neirbhíseach.

Cian made a tentative decision.

Shiúil sé go dtí crann a bhí níos faide anonn, faoi scáth léaraí mirc-aerlach.

He walked to a tree further on, under the shadow of its whispering branches.

Bhí cath ag fás laistigh, ní amháin leis an bpian fisiceach, ach leis an dúbailt emotáis sin a bhain leis an saol baile.

A battle was growing inside him, not only with the physical pain but with the tangled emotions related to his home life.

D'éirigh leis suí síos agus dún sé a shúile.

He managed to sit down and close his eyes.

Thosaigh sé a machnamh, ag cuimhneamh ar adhmad na bhfarraige, ar chrith na duilleoga.

He began to meditate, thinking of the sea woods and the rustling leaves.

Reáchtáil smaoineamh tríd Cian.

A thought ran through Cian's mind.

Thuig sé gurb é an cúis lena a dhóite cois charraigeanna ná a neamhábaltacht glacadh sos – slí chun éalú.

He realized that the reason for his exhaustion by the rocks was his inability to take a break—a way to escape.

Is minic a bhí sé ag obair tríd an bpian gnó – rud éigin a bhí níos tábhachtaí.

He often worked through the pain of business—something he considered more important.

Ach anseo, ar imeall imeall na háilleachta, tuigeann sé go bhfuil sé ceartglan os cionn an chuirimirí.

But here, on the edge of beauty, he understood he was truly beyond the noise.

Ní gá d'éinne leanúint uilig féinastuamhlacht.

No one needs to push themselves relentlessly.

Leann sé ar aghaidh le nár shíl cad a bhí idir lámh acu le Maeve agus Siobhan.

He continued to reflect on what was between him and Maeve and Siobhan.

Bhí a fhís níos soiléire anois, bhí a chroí níos éadroime.

His vision was clearer now, his heart lighter.

Bhí an chaille amuigh faoin dúil agus bhí a rún athraithe aige.

The haze had lifted, and his resolve had changed.

Go gearr ina dhiaidh, tháinig Maeve agus Siobhan níos faide anonn le cabhair.

Shortly thereafter, Maeve and Siobhan came along to help.

"Cén chaoi a bhfuil sé agat?

"How are you doing?"

" a d’fhiafraigh Siobhan le haire mhór, agus é ag cuidiú le dul suas.

asked Siobhan with great concern, assisting him in getting up.

D’fhreagair Cian le meangadh gáire: "Níl sé go dona.

Cian replied with a smile: "It's not bad.

Fuair mé an rud a bhí á lorg agam.

I found what I was looking for."

" Agus é ag taisteal síos le tacaíocht a chairde, shocraigh sé go mbeidh sé níos fearr ag dul ar aghaidh, ag alpadh fós na sealóga neamhráite a thugann an dúlra.

As he journeyed down with the support of his friends, he resolved to be better moving forward, still embracing the unspoken healing powers that nature offers.

Ba é an lae seo, cé go raibh sé pianmhar, gur thosaigh Cian ag déanamh athrú ar conas a bheadh rath ar a shaol amach romhainn.

This day, painful as it was, marked the beginning of Cian changing how he would thrive in his life ahead.