Bhí ceo éadrom ag clúdach Aillte an Mhothair, áit iontach le linn titim an fhomhair.

A light mist was covering Aillte an Mhothair, a wonderful place during the fall.

Ba dheacair íomhá níos draíochtúla a shamhlú.

It would be hard to imagine a more magical image.

Bhí Cian ag siúl go mall ar an gcosán, ag breathnú amach ar na toinn ghéar a bhí ag bualadh faoi bhun na n-aillte.

Cian was walking slowly on the path, looking out at the sharp waves crashing below the cliffs.

Bhí croí Cian trom, áfach.

Cian's heart was heavy, however.

Bhí sé ag tóraíocht faoisimh ón gcaillteanas a bhraith sé go doimhin.

He was seeking relief from the loss he felt deeply.

Ar an taobh eile den chosán, bhí Aoife ann.

On the other side of the path was Aoife.

Bhí sí ag soilsiú le díograis agus ag glacadh grianghraif, ag iarraidh dathanna na haimsire a chur i gcuimhne.

She was glowing with enthusiasm and taking photographs, trying to capture the colors of the weather.

Bhí sí ag lorg an íomhá ceart a thabharfadh léiriú do bheith ina h-ealaíontóir.

She was searching for the right image that would express her as an artist.

Chuir a bhealach é Cian i dtreo Aoife, cé go raibh a aigne socair ar uaigneas.

Cian's path led him towards Aoife, though his mind was set on solitude.

Bhuail siad le chéile ar an gcéim chaol ag taobh na haille.

They met on the narrow step at the edge of the cliff.

Atmaisféar callán a bhí ann, na gaoithe ag sraonadh na bhfocal, ach thug siad faoi deara a chéile gan amhras.

It was a noisy atmosphere, the wind distorting their words, but they noticed each other without doubt.

Bhí Aoife ag cur ceist air faoina laethanta saoire, ach bhí Cian ag iarraidh a shíocháin a aimsiú.

Aoife was asking him about his holidays, but Cian was trying to find his peace.

Ach nuair a tháinig an stoirm gan choinne, thug Athair na Síoga seans dóibh.

But when the unexpected storm came, Athair na Síoga gave them a chance.

Bhí orthu dul i bhfoscadh faoi éadach na gcarraige.

They had to take shelter under the rock's cover.

Bhí an geimhreadh go géar sa bhainne gaoithe.

The winter was biting in the milk of the wind.

Bhíodar fágtha, le lán ama agus gan rogha ach labhairt.

They were left, with plenty of time and no choice but to talk.

Dúirt Cian an scéal faoina chaillteanas, agus d'éist Aoife, a súile lán de thuiscint agus comhbhá.

Cian told the story of his loss, and Aoife listened, her eyes full of understanding and empathy.

Ach níorbh amháin gur roinn Cian é féin.

But Cian wasn't the only one sharing.

D'inis Aoife go raibh a fhios aici conas a bhraith sé.

Aoife shared that she knew how he felt.

Rinne sí an chéad taispeántas di féin díreach tar éis a hathar a chailliúint.

She had done her first exhibit just after losing her father.

Bhí ceangal nua ann idir iad, cosúil le filiméid ón nádúr féin.

There was a new connection between them, like filaments from nature itself.

Nuair a d'imigh an stoirm, tháinig an ghrian amach.

When the storm passed, the sun came out.

Thóg Aoife cúpla íomhá, agus ar an nóiméad sin, thuig sí go raibh sí ag iarraidh an caidreamh seo a leanúint.

Aoife took a couple of photos, and at that moment, she realized she wanted to pursue this relationship.

Cheap sí gur chuir sé soiléireacht sa nádúr chomh maith le Cian.

She thought it brought clarity to nature as well as to Cian.

Ghlac Cian le cuireadh Aoife teacht ina comhairleoir grianghraif di i mBaile Átha Cliath.

Cian accepted Aoife's invitation to become her photography advisor in Baile Átha Cliath.

Mhothaigh sé go raibh bealach nua os a chomhair.

He felt a new path opening before him.

D'fhág an dá dhuine slán leis na haillte, ní ina n-aonar níos mó, ach le ciall nua agus síocháin.

The two left the cliffs behind, no longer alone, but with a new meaning and peace.

Agus mar a d’fhág siad an radharc iontach taobh thiar díobh, bhraith Cian go raibh an tuilleamh sa saol fós le fáil, agus Aoife, le cruthú nua.

And as they left the magnificent view behind them, Cian felt that there were still riches to be found in life, and Aoife, with new creation.

Bhí bláth sa gcaidreamh nua.

There was a blossoming in this new relationship.

Agus anois, bhí Cian agus Aoife dírithe ar an chéad eachtra eile.

And now, Cian and Aoife were focused on the next adventure.