I ndúfaireach ceochtach i bPortach i gContae Chiarraí, bhí séasúr an Gheimhridh ag briseadh isteach agus Dia Bríde ag druidim.

In the foggy expanse of a bog in Contae Chiarraí, the winter season was breaking in and Dia Bríde was approaching.

Bhí an boladh láidir móna i ngach áit, agus bhí gíogáil géanna ag imeacht, glórtha ó bhogsa éigin eile sa nádúr.

The strong smell of peat was everywhere, and geese could be heard honking, sounds emanating from some other corner of nature.

Bhí Ronan ag obair ar an móin ach bhí a intinn ar rud eile.

Ronan was working on the peat, but his mind was elsewhere.

Bhí ceamara istigh ina chóta.

He had a camera inside his coat.

Bhí sé ag súil go mór leis an íomhá foirfe a ghabháil.

He was eagerly hoping to capture the perfect image.

Bhí comórtas i gcaint bailte, agus bhí sé ag iarraidh tabhairt faoi.

There was a competition being talked about in town, and he wanted to enter.

Ach bhí an ceo go trom, agus bhí sé deacair an solas ceart a fháil.

But the fog was so thick, making it difficult to find the right light.

I gclub i midhealt mhóis, bhí Maeve ag plé gnó.

In a club in the middle of the bog, Maeve was discussing business.

Bhí a hathair ag déanamh neamhaird ar a moltaí.

Her father was ignoring her suggestions.

Bhí conradh nua ann, deis mhór le haghaidh rath.

There was a new contract, a big opportunity for success.

Bhí fonn uirthi an gnó a leathnú agus b'fhéidir taisteal a dhéanamh.

She was keen to expand the business and maybe travel.

Bhí sí cinnte.

She was determined.

Rinne sí plean cruinniú rúnda a shocrú le cliant nua.

She arranged a secret meeting with a new client.

Gach lá ag an máthair, chonaic Ronan an portach i gceo.

Every day at twilight, Ronan saw the bog in the mist.

Bhí sé díograiseach, áfach, agus chuir sé cúpla lá den obair ar leataobh chun seans a thabhairt dó féin an solas a leanúint.

However, he was enthusiastic, and he set aside a few days of work to give himself a chance to follow the light.

Thug sé a aghaidh ar áiteanna mistéirí an phortaigh ag cuardach spléacán soilse.

He ventured into the mysterious parts of the bog searching for glimpses of light.

Ag an láthair céanna, bhí Maeve ag ullmhú don chruinniú thábhachtach.

At the same location, Maeve was preparing for the important meeting.

Bhí bagairt óna hathair fós ag crochadh os a cionn.

Her father's threats were still lingering above her.

Ach bhí sí á dtiomantas do rud níos mó – a cuid féin a dhéanamh gan an teach a thréigean.

But she was committed to something greater – achieving her own success without abandoning the family.

Lá amháin, díreach i lár an lae, nuair a d'éirigh an ceo níos éadroime, tháinig sé.

One day, right around midday, when the fog lightened up, it happened.

Bhí graí solas ag briseadh tríd an fráslía.

A ray of light broke through the mist.

Bhí Ronan ar bís.

Ronan was ecstatic.

Tharraing sé amach an ceamara go tapa, agus chliceáil!

He quickly pulled out his camera and clicked!

Bhí a fhios aige go raibh an grianghraf ceart aige.

He knew he had the right photograph.

Agus ar ais i mBaile na Móna, bhí Maeve istigh i seomra le cliant féideartha.

Back in Baile na Móna, Maeve was in a room with a prospective client.

Bhí an t-am ann.

The time had come.

Labhair sí go muiníneach agus go socair, ag míniú na buntáistí a bhí san áireadh.

She spoke confidently and calmly, explaining the benefits included.

Idir an dá linn, d'éirigh leis an solas.

Meanwhile, the light succeeded.

Bhain an ceo cúl siar, agus shiúil Ronan leis an íomhá a bhí uaim go mór ina chroí.

The fog receded, and Ronan walked with the image he so greatly desired in his heart.

Ar an lá céanna, tháinig Maeve abhaile le conradh nua ina lámh agus muinín faoi bhláth ina haigne.

On that same day, Maeve returned home with a new contract in her hand and blossoming confidence in her mind.

D’athraigh an saol ar fad sa bPortach.

Life changed entirely in the bog.

Bhain Ronan gradam as an íomhá sin, rud a spreag a mhuinín agus a bhrionglóid mar ghrianghrafadóir nádúir.

Ronan won an award for that image, which fueled his confidence and his dream as a nature photographer.

Agus bhí Maeve sásta go bhféadfadh sí brionglóid a saol gan treascairt a dhéanamh ar a teaghlach.

And Maeve was content that she could pursue her life's dream without destroying her family.

Ar oíche Chill Bríde seo, lasadh coinnle ar mhóin mar chomhartha buíochais don tséasúr nua.

On this Cill Bríde night, candles were lit on the peat as a sign of gratitude for the new season.

Tá an geimhreadh fós ag gabháil leis an gceo ach tá lasair nua ann anois, níl ach solas níos treise i gcroí Ronan agus Maeve.

Winter still accompanies the fog, but now there is a new flame, only a stronger light in the hearts of Ronan and Maeve.