Thosaigh an lá go ciúin.

The day began quietly.

Bhí na réaltaí fós ag lonrú sa spéir thar Mhí.

The stars were still shining in the sky over Mí.

D’éirigh leasmhar agus bríomhar Aisling, Cian, agus Saoirse suas go luath.

Aisling, Cian, and Saoirse got up early, eager and lively.

Bhí lá speisialta os a gcomhair – an Solasghrian Gheimhridh ag Newgrange.

They had a special day ahead – the Winter Solstice at Newgrange.

Bhí críoch an Gheimhridhí i gcónaí ina láthair rúnda dóibh.

The end of the Winter season was always a secretive occasion for them.

Tá carraigeacha moch ar maidin, marbhfholcadh deas, agus tuama sí axleánach ann.

There are early morning rocks, a pleasant frost, and an ancient tomb there.

Is áit ón am atá caite é, áit a dhéanann Aisling craiceáilithe faoi stair.

It is a place from the past, a place that makes Aisling crazy about history.

Bhí siad trí bhuille den dúshlán ag an aimsir chruaílásach.

They were challenged by the harsh weather.

Bhí an ghaoth fhuar ag tarraing iad.

The cold wind was pulling at them.

Bhí an uile íseal ag titim go trom.

Thick fog was falling heavily.

Ach, bhí rún ag Aisling anseo – bualadh leis an ngrian dá dtosta sí shíos ann, ligeann solas rítí an domhain isteach isteach sa seomra istigh.

But Aisling had a secret there – to greet the sun if it rested down there, allowing the radiant light to enter the inner chamber.

"Iarraim orainn dul ar aghaidh," a dúirt Aisling, ag breathnú ar an ngeal lán ionúine a bhí scaoilte ar an ngualainn.

"I ask us to continue," said Aisling, looking at the bright full moon that was casting a gleam on her shoulder.

Bhí fuinneamh difriúil sna carraigeacha seo.

There was a different energy in these rocks.

Bhraith sí é.

She could feel it.

Lean siad isteach sa dorchadas, gach céimeanna i measc na soicindí fada.

They proceeded into the darkness, each step within the long seconds.

Bhí sé fós dubh nuair a shroich siad an tuama.

It was still dark when they reached the tomb.

Chas Aisling go Cian agus Saoirse.

Aisling turned to Cian and Saoirse.

"Táimid ag brath ar an ngrá amuigh anseo," arsa Saoirse, ag glacadh lámh lena cara.

"We are relying on the love out here," said Saoirse, taking her friend’s hand.

Ansin, tháinig sé – an breacadh!

Then it happened – the dawn!

Bhí an spéir ag soilsiú.

The sky was lighting up.

Líonfí amach na scamaill.

The clouds dispersed.

D'imigh an fhearthainn isteach sa chúlra.

The rain faded into the background.

Níor fhéadfadh Aisling creidiúint leo féin.

Aisling could hardly believe it.

Isteach sa doimhneacht, bhris an ghrian an dorchadas.

Deep inside, the sun broke the darkness.

Damp sé solas órga slán isteach sa seomra istigh.

It streamed a glorious golden light into the inner chamber.

Ina sheasamh ann, mothaigh Aisling an meisce.

Standing there, Aisling felt intoxicated.

Ba é an sonas sin, an mo bhfuinneamh sainaithne.

It was a happiness, a familiar energy.

"Tá sé álainn," a dúirt sí, a súile ag taitneamh.

"It’s beautiful," she said, her eyes gleaming.

Tá gach imní imithe, socraigh leis an bhfíor agus na fréamhacha.

All worries had vanished, settling with the truth and the roots.

Tháinig deireadh leis an gceol.

The music came to an end.

D’fhill Aisling abhaile le croí lán fáth, agus tuiscint níos soiléire ar an am atá caite a bhí chomh dlúth le í féin.

Aisling returned home with a heart full of purpose, and a clearer understanding of the past that was so close to her.

Bhí a fhios aici anois – uaireanta ní gá duit a bheith buartha faoin amárach, gan ach muinín a bheith agat sna laethanta a thagann os do chomhair.

She knew now – sometimes you don’t need to worry about tomorrow, just have trust in the days that lie ahead.