Bhí gaoth fhuar an fhómhair ag séideadh thar Aillte an Mhothair.

A cold autumn wind was blowing across the Aillte an Mhothair.

Bhí Róisín, bean óg le spéis sna grianghraif agus sa siúl sléibhe, ag tabhairt aghaidh ar an radharc is fearr a fháil.

Róisín, a young woman with an interest in photography and hiking, was determined to capture the best view.

Bhí sí diongbháilte an grianghraf foirfe a ghlacadh chun é a chur i dtaispeántas atá aici go luath.

She was resolved to take the perfect photo to include in an upcoming exhibition.

Shiúil sí síos an cosán cúnga, a bhí clúdaithe le duilleoga dearga agus buí, agus éisteacht atá le guth na dtonnta thíos.

She walked down the narrow path, covered with red and yellow leaves, listening to the sound of the waves below.

Bhí an áit sáraitheach álainn ach contúirteach freisin, le titim géar isteach san Aigéan Atlantach.

The place was breathtakingly beautiful yet dangerous, with a sharp drop into the Atlantic Ocean.

Bhí is faoiseamh le mothú, ach chuir séachtaint néartha í gach céim.

There was a sense of relief to be felt, but every step she took made her tense.

I lár an turais, stadaigh Róisín go tobann.

In the middle of her journey, Róisín suddenly stopped.

Tharla sé.

It happened.

Chuala sí cnagadh sa rúitín agus thit uirthi ainneoin.

She heard a snap in her ankle and fell despite herself.

Dhúisigh pian tobann a glúin.

A sudden pain in her knee awoke.

"An rud deireanach a bhí ag teastáil," a shíl sí.

"The last thing I needed," she thought.

Ba chosúil go raibh an radharc álainn tar éis dul chun cinn mar shprioc nach raibh inrochtana di anois.

It seemed the beautiful view had turned into a goal that was now unattainable for her.

Bhí buaic pointe an chosáin fós i bhfad uaithi agus níorbh fhéidir léi leanúint.

The peak of the path was still far from her, and she couldn't continue.

Shantaigh sí na gloineachas órga a thabhairt léi sna pictiúir, ach bhí traidisiún na síochána riachtanach.

She longed to capture the golden light in her pictures, but the tradition of peace was essential.

Chuaigh Róisín ar ais beagán dón ghlíoraí, ag fiafraí an bhféadfadh sí iarracht a dhéanamh filleadh gan cabhair.

Róisín turned back slightly disappointed, wondering if she could attempt to return without help.

Sa tráth sin, chonaic Liam agus Seán í, beirt pholl céanna ar saoire chrónáin.

At that moment, she saw Liam and Seán, two friends on a holiday.

“Tá tú ceart go leor?” d’fhiafraigh Liam.

“Are you okay?” asked Liam.

“Tá mo rúitín sprained agam,” arsa Róisín brónach, agus deireadh a muinín féin.

“My ankle is sprained,” said Róisín sadly, ending her own confidence.

Shíl sí de choiscéim, ach bhí sí ró-chliste.

She thought about taking a step, but she was too wise.

“Ná buartha,” arsa Seán.

“Don’t worry,” said Seán.

“Cuirfimid cabhair ort.”

“We’ll help you.”

Sin mar a thug siad ar ais í fán cosán, go mall agus cúramach.

And so they guided her back along the path, slowly and carefully.

Bhí an ghrian ag dul faoi, ag bailiú a scáthanna fada thar an aillte agus ag tabhairt scéal eile leo.

The sun was setting, casting its long shadows over the cliffs and bringing another story with it.

Cibé nach bhfuair Róisín an grianghraf a shamhlaigh sí, fuair sí léargas nua.

Even if Róisín didn't get the photo she envisioned, she gained a new perspective.

Níl aon lagmhíniú i suí le linn, ach i nglacadh na tacaíochta atá ar fáil.

True insight lies not in isolation, but in embracing the support available.

Agus d’fhoghlaim sí, go fíor, gur fiú níos mó a bheith i do chuideachta ná bheith agat ina n-aonar.

And she learned, truly, that company is worth much more than being alone.

Bhí an dúlra álainn, an ilchiallach, ach an chomhpháirtíocht dhaonna, is é an fíor-shárú orthu ar fad.

Nature was beautiful, intriguing, but the human connection was the ultimate triumph of all.

Ansin, ba bhinne fuaim na dtithe ag canadh an turas seo abhaile.

Then, the sweet sound of the houses singing this journey home was even better.