Bhí gaoth fhuar ag séideadh thar Aillte an Mhothair.

A cold wind was blowing over the Aillte an Mhothair.

Bhí an t-aer lán le geallúintí an gheimhridh agus boladh an fharraige fiáin.

The air was full of the promises of winter and the scent of the wild sea.

Bhí Aisling ag seasamh ag imeall aille, ag féachaint amach ar na tonnta móra a bhí ag bualadh i gcoinne na carraigeacha.

Aisling was standing at the edge of the cliff, looking out at the large waves crashing against the rocks.

Bhí caipín agus scairf throm uirthi, í ag iarraidh cosaint a dhéanamh ar an fhuacht.

She wore a heavy cap and scarf, trying to protect herself from the cold.

Bhí Saoirse tar éis Aisling a spreagadh chun teacht anseo, ag rá go mbeadh an suíomh dramata foirfe chun dearmad a dhéanamh ar chroí briste agus cuimhní an bhriste suas.

Saoirse had urged Aisling to come here, saying the dramatic location would be perfect for forgetting a broken heart and memories of a breakup.

Bhí Aisling ag iarraidh teacht ar inspioráid, rud éigin nua a thabhairt isteach ina cuid filíochta a raibh easpa beocht ann le déanaí.

Aisling was seeking inspiration, something new to infuse into her poetry, which had recently lacked vitality.

Ní fada amach uaithí, bhí Eoin, fear a bhí tugtha do ghrianghrafadóireacht.

Not far from her, there was Eoin, a man devoted to photography.

Bhí sé anseo chun an ciúnas réidh a fháil, an t-aon áit a d’fhéadfadh sé a bheith fós ina intinn tar éis an chaillteanais phearsanta a d’fhulaing sé.

He was there to find the stillness he sought, the only place he could still his mind after the personal loss he had suffered.

Bhí a cheamara dírithe ar an radharc draíochtúil, agus é ag iarraidh gach nóiméad a ghabháil i ngrianghraf amháin.

His camera was aimed at the magical scene, trying to capture each moment in a single photograph.

Chonaic Aisling é ó chian.

Aisling saw him from afar.

Bhí a mhisneach bailithe aici, rud nach raibh coitianta di, agus chuaigh sí chuige.

She mustered her courage, something not typical for her, and approached him.

"Dia duit, tá do cheamara iontach," a dúirt sí go ciúin, ag súil go gcuirfeadh sé fáilte uirthi.

"Hello, your camera is wonderful," she said quietly, hoping he would welcome her.

Thóg sé cúpla soicind ar Eoin freagairt, ach d'fhéach sé uirthi ansin le súile a bhí lán d’íogaireacht nach raibh súil aici leis.

It took Eoin a few seconds to respond, but then he looked at her with eyes full of sensitivity she hadn't expected.

"Go raibh maith agat," a d'fhreagair sé le meangadh éadrom.

"Thank you," he replied with a light smile.

Bhí an comhrá tarraingteach agus simplí.

The conversation was engaging and simple.

Labhair siad faoi ealaín, filíocht, agus an chonair chasta a bhí ag a saol go dtí seo.

They talked about art, poetry, and the complex path their lives had taken up to that point.

Ach níor tháinig sé as an rud a raibh siad beirt ag iarraidh a admháil—an meáchan a bhí orthu ón am atá caite.

But neither spoke of the thing they both wanted to admit—the burden of the past they both carried.

Go tobann, thosaigh an sneachta ag titim go trom.

Suddenly, the snow began to fall heavily.

Bhí siad beirt ag éirí neirbhíseach de réir mar a chas an aimsir.

They both grew nervous as the weather turned.

Bhí orthu dul i bhfolach in áit bheag faoi chosaint.

They had to find shelter in a small protected area.

Le linn an stoirm, scaoil siad an bagáiste mothúchánach sin nach raibh siad in ann a chur in iúl roimhe seo.

During the storm, they released the emotional baggage they hadn't been able to express before.

Rinne Aisling cur síos ar an mothú folamh a bhí fágtha ag an scoilt lena hiar-leannán, agus roinn Eoin cailliúint a mháthar le déanaí.

Aisling described the emptiness left by the breakup with her ex-lover, and Eoin shared his recent loss of his mother.

Monatóir mothúchánach atá an agam i gcoinne na maireann, d'inis sé.

"A monitor of emotions is what I have against the living," he confessed.

San oíche fuar, chabhraigh an comhradhar leo éirí níos gaire.

In the cold night, their conversation helped them grow closer.

Faoi dheireadh, d’éalaigh an sneachta, agus d'éirigh glan spéir geall lánréaltaí.

Eventually, the snow cleared, revealing a sky full of stars.

D'fhéach Aisling agus Eoin ar a chéile, agus, gan aon chríochnú éadrom á chur le chéile, bhraith siad gur aimsigh siad rud nua.

Aisling and Eoin looked at each other, and without a forced happy ending, they felt they had discovered something new.

Malartaigh siad uimhreacha agus gheall siad bualadh arís.

They exchanged numbers and promised to meet again.

Bhí nasc nua ann, rud a d’fhéadfadh a bheith níos mó ná cairdeas sa deireadh.

There was a new connection, one that could potentially become more than friendship.

Ag filleadh ar a teach, bhraith Aisling lucht nua fuinnimh ina hym.

Returning home, Aisling felt a new surge of energy within her.

Anois tuigtear di gur féidir le heispéiris nua agus caidrimh úr rud iontach a thabhairt isteach ina cuid scríbhneoireachta.

She now understood that new experiences and fresh relationships could bring something wonderful into her writing.

Bhraith sí an ghrásta a bhí ar iarraidh, ní hamháin i gcorp, ach i bhfocal.

She felt the missing grace, not only in body but in words.

Agus mar sin, ag druidim le Nollaig, bhí a croí níos éadroime, áit a mbíonn druidim and ardú ar bhfuarchros na Nollag ar ais.

And so, as Christmas approached, her heart felt lighter, where the chill of Christmas yet brought warmth.

Bhí fís nua aici, dearadh nua a bhí á shaothrú agus draíocht na hAillte fós ag coinneáil greim uirthi ina cuimhní.

She had a new vision, a new design she was pursuing, and the magic of the Aillte still held her in its memories.