Bhí an t-aerfort idirnáisiúnta i mBaile Átha Cliath beo bríomhar an tráthnóna sin.

The international airport in Baile Átha Cliath was bustling that afternoon.

Bhí an ghrian an earraigh ag taitneamh trí na fuinneoga móra agus chuir an solas geal leis na haerárthaí ag neadú ar an tarmac lasmuigh.

The spring sun was shining through the large windows, and the bright light illuminated the aircraft nesting on the tarmac outside.

Bhí taistil pleanáilte ag an iliomad daoine i ngach áit, ach don chuid eile acu, bhí moilleanna ag cur isteach ar a n-intinn.

Many people had planned travels everywhere, but for the rest of them, delays were weighing on their minds.

Bhí Niamh ina suí i gceann de na cathaoireacha in aice leis an geata.

Niamh was sitting in one of the chairs near the gate.

Bhí sí ag tabhairt a hanáil tar éis seachtain gnóthach ag clúdach imeachtanna.

She was catching her breath after a busy week covering events.

Bhí sí ag tnúth le bheith ar ais sa bhaile, ach chonaic sí an fógra ar an scáileán: "Moill ar Eitilt."

She was looking forward to being back home, but she saw the notice on the screen: "Flight Delayed."

Ní fada ina dhiaidh sin, cheap Cian áit in aice léi.

Not long after, Cian took a seat beside her.

Bhí buí ina shúile faoi fhilleadh go Baile Átha Cliath tar éis turas ghnó.

His eyes were bright at the thought of returning to Baile Átha Cliath after a business trip.

Bhí rindreáilí foirgneamh ina chliabh aige.

He had architectural renderings in his bag.

Nuair a d'fhógair an guth os comhair an lucht siúil go mbeadh níos mó moille, bhí Niamh agus Cian beirt faoi brón.

When the voice announced to the travelers that there would be more delays, both Niamh and Cian were disheartened.

Níorbh fhada go ndearna Niamh, a bhí i gcónaí dearfach, cinneadh an lá a dhéanamh ní ba thúisce don bheirt acu.

Before long, Niamh, who was always positive, decided to make the day a bit brighter for the both of them.

Thosnaigh sí comhrá le Cian:

She started a conversation with Cian:

"Anois, is cosúil go mb’fhéidir go mbeidh muid anseo le chéile ar feadh tamaill," a dúirt sí le meangadh gáire.

"Well, it looks like we might be here together for a while," she said with a cheerful smile.

"Ionadh mé leis an moill," a dúirt Cian ag gáire á bhriseadh as a smaointe.

"I was surprised by the delay," said Cian, a laugh breaking him out of his thoughts.

Bhí fiosracht ina ghlór.

There was curiosity in his voice.

"Tá tú ag dul go Baile Átha Cliath freisin, más ea?"

"You're going to Baile Átha Cliath too, are you?"

D’athraigh an t-atmaisféar idir an bheirt láithreach.

The atmosphere between the two changed immediately.

Thosaigh an comhrá idir an bheirt ar ábhair éagsúla: áitanna ar thug Niamh cuairt orthu mar iriseoir, foirgnimh agus pleananna Cian chun Baile Átha Cliath a dhéanamh níos áille fós.

Their conversation began on various topics: places Niamh visited as a journalist, Cian's buildings, and plans to make Baile Átha Cliath even more beautiful.

Chinn Cian dul le Niamh le haghaidh caife, an scéal a chur chun cinn.

Cian decided to join Niamh for coffee, advancing the story.

Agus iad ag insint scéalta agus ag gáire, bhain siad taitneamh as laethanta a gcathrach dhúchais.

As they shared stories and laughed, they enjoyed reminiscing about the days in their native city.

Tháinig athrú ar Niamh; léi teannas an mhoille, fuair sí cairdeas nua agus áthas nach raibh beartaithe.

A change came over Niamh; amid the tension of the delay, she found new friendship and unexpected joy.

Ag deireadh an lae, d’athraigh an cuaille sin de Niamh go deo.

At the end of the day, that brief encounter shifted something in Niamh forever.

Shocraigh siad miontuairisc a mhalartú, a bhíodh clúdaithe leis an litreacha meara nótaí, beirt ag sábháil a dteagmháil don am atá le teacht.

They decided to exchange quick notes, covered with hasty letters, both saving their contact for the future.

Bhí a fhios acu gur féidir le moilleanna neamhbheartaithe i ndáiríre a bheith go fóill ina mbrates na bealaí nua seachas a bhíothas ag súil leis.

They knew that unplanned delays could truly be gateways to new paths rather than anticipated ones.

Sin mar a thuigeadar go raibh an scéal bríomhar a d'eascair as an bhforbairt.

That's how they realized the vibrant story that had emerged from the development.

Bhí a mhothúchán doshamhlaithe, ach bhí an grásta sa moill.

The feeling was indescribable, but there was grace in the delay.

Agus mar a bhí an solas ag dul síos ar aerpháirc Bhaile Átha Cliath, d’fhág Niamh agus Cian dán nua ar a saol nuashonraithe.

And as the light went down on Baile Átha Cliath airport, Niamh and Cian left a new verse on their updated life story.