Án áit ina raibh an ghrian ag taitneamh, bhí trá.

In the place where the sun was shining, there was a beach.

Trá Shéimh, Co. Chiarraí.

Trá Shéimh, Co. Chiarraí.

Bhí an trá clúdaithe le deatach liathlag faoi choim sa gheimhreadh, ach bhí áilleacht áirithe fós ann.

The beach was covered with a faint gray haze in the winter dusk, but there was still a certain beauty there.

Bhraith an fharraige ciúin, agus chuala tú ach éan beag ag caoin ón spéir.

The sea felt calm, and you could only hear a little bird crying from the sky.

Bhí Siobhán ina suí ar chathaoir pícnic ar an trá.

Siobhán was sitting on a picnic chair on the beach.

Phreab sí miongáire beag mar seo an t-am a bhí déanach di suite síos.

She gave a small smile as this was the time that was late for her to finally sit down.

Bhí a rúitín fós ag leigheas, tar éis di é a dhéanamh amach in am nuair a rinne sí eachtraíocht i gCiarraí.

Her ankle was still healing, after injuring it once while adventuring in Ciarraí.

"Níl mé ag iarraidh a bheith fágtha sa bhaile," a dúirt Siobhán léi féin.

"I don't want to be left at home," Siobhán said to herself.

Bhí grúpa a d’aiscealtóirí ag ullmhú ag taobh na trá.

A group of adventurers was preparing beside the beach.

A chairde Cormac agus Maeve ina measc.

Her friends Cormac and Maeve were among them.

Bhí siad réidh don chapailléadacht i sléibhte an Chiarraí.

They were ready for horseback riding in the mountains of Ciarraí.

"Maire, tá tú ag dul chugainn?" scread Maeve, ag cur gáire grinn uirthi.

"Maire, are you coming with us?" shouted Maeve, putting a playful grin on her face.

D'fhéach Siobhan ar a rúitín éadrom agus mheabhraigh sí focail an dochtúra.

Siobhan looked at her tender ankle and recalled the doctor's words.

"Tá leigheas ag teastáil uait."

"You need healing."

Bhí cath faighte ag Siobhán ina hintinn.

Siobhán was in a battle within her own mind.

Bhí fonn an-mhór uirthi dul ar aghaidh agus páirt a ghlacadh, ach rinne sí smaoineamh fadtéarmach.

She had a strong desire to move forward and take part, but she thought long-term.

Bhí a fhios aici faoin dochar breise a d'fhéadfadh a fháil dá dtiocfadais tuilleadh stró ar a rúitín.

She knew about the extra damage she could cause if she put more strain on her ankle.

Ar deireadh thiar, ghlac sí cinneadh.

In the end, she made a decision.

"Déan mé i bród, a chairde!" a dúirt Siobhan, ag seoladh an meaisín grianghrafadoireachta aici.

"Make me proud, friends!" Siobhan said, sending off her camera.

"Freastaoidh mé oraibh ón seansaire an trá.

"I’ll monitor you from the edge of the beach.

Agus cé a fhios cé chomh tapa a bheidh mé ar ais sa ghníomh!

And who knows how quickly I'll be back in action!

Féachfaidh mé ar aghaidh go dtí ár n-eachtraí sa todhchaí."

I look forward to our future adventures."

Bhí a haos pupils cliste ag déanamh an rud a bhí is fearr di.

Her wise pupils were doing what was best for her.

Phógfadh an gaoithe a gruaig agus bhí a croí lán le dóchas.

The wind kissed her hair, and her heart was full of hope.

Ba chomhartha an lae inniu gur bhí a fhios aici go bhfuil an t-am gan ghníomh níos fearr ná fhéadfadh a dhéanamh ar an gcnámha.

Today's sign was that she knew that the time without action is better than jeopardizing her bones.

Có bhail a thiocfadh amach, bhí cumha nua go leigheas cothrom leagan amach.

No matter what would come out, there was a new comfort in healing at an even pace.

Bhí a chairde ag siúl ar aghaidh, ach bhí Siobhán ag luchtú dóibh ó imeall an trá, ag rá lena cuid guthán și guthán.

Her friends walked on, but Siobhán was snapping pictures of them from the edge of the beach, speaking to them through her phone and camera.

Bhí an ghrian ar tí éirí arís mar a chuaigh sí abhaile, agus beidh an lá o kojemar go Tobhar an Lae feasta.

The sun was about to rise again as she went home, and the day would forever be known as the Day's Well.