Bhí an t-aerfort i mBaile Átha Cliath ar maos le daoine, gach duine ag iarraidh áit nua a bhaint amach nó ag filleadh abhaile do na laethanta saoire.

The airport in Baile Átha Cliath was teeming with people, everyone trying to reach a new place or returning home for the holidays.

Bhí orthu a bheith cúramach agus gasta, ag bogadh idir na sluaite móra daoine.

They had to be careful and quick, moving among the large crowds.

Bhí coinnle solais agus crainníní Nollag crochta trasna na hallaí, ag cuimhneamh orainn nach raibh ann ach cúpla uair iontas do na hoícheanta geala sin.

There were candle lights and Christmas decorations hanging across the halls, reminding us that it was only a short while until those bright nights.

Bhí Niamh ina seasamh idir na sluaite, croí ag preabadh agus súil á cothú le díograis agus imní.

Niamh was standing among the crowds, her heart pounding and her eyes filled with eagerness and anxiety.

Bhí sí ag seoladh níos faide ná riamh óna teach, ó chompord aithnidiúil a cathrach.

She was traveling further than ever from her home, from the familiar comfort of her city.

D'fhan sí ann, cloigeann a Breathnaigh ar an mbord eolais, agus é ag súil i gcónai go dtiocfaidh a heitilt i dtír in am.

She waited there, her head glancing at the information board, always hoping her flight would land on time.

Bhí sí ag smaoineamh ar Ciarán, an duine amháin a chuir ina dearcadh muiníne.

She was thinking about Ciarán, the only person who instilled confidence in her perspective.

Bhí an caidreamh seo ag leathnú thar teorainneacha, ag treorú iad le mothú anachain.

This relationship was extending beyond borders, guiding them with a sense of urgency.

Ach, bhí Niamh lánchinnte gur fiú an iarracht.

But Niamh was absolutely sure the effort was worth it.

Bhí sí ag iarraidh iontas a chur air, a bheith lena thaobh ar Oíche Chinn Bhliana, lán le dóchas don todhchaí.

She wanted to surprise him, to be by his side on New Year's Eve, full of hope for the future.

Faoin am seo, bhí Ciarán ag obair go dian i gcás uaigneach eile.

By this time, Ciarán was working hard in another lonely cubicle.

Ba é a dheisce agus an ríomhaire a gcoimeád brícín a ghealaíonn a shúile.

His desk and the computer were his constant companions, brightening his eyes.

Ach ag claoí i gcúl a intinne, bhí sé ag smaoineamh ar Niamh.

But in the back of his mind, he was thinking about Niamh.

Ar dtús, bhí na srianta óna phost ag brú ar a intinn, ach i gcónaí bhí fhios aige go raibh rud éigin le tabhairt faoi deara ón gcaidreamh seo.

Initially, the constraints of his job crowded his mind, but he always knew there was something significant to discover from this relationship.

Go tobann, tháinig an fógra suas: moill ar eitilt.

Suddenly, the announcement came: flight delay.

Croí Niamh ag titim lag sa lao agus í ag caint le déagán.

Niamh's heart sank with disappointment as she talked to a teenager.

Cé nach raibh in ann í a mhúscailt as an riocht sin ach amháin í féin, rinne sí cinneadh bordáil a dhéanamh, gan cúis chéad le Nollaig a chailleadh.

Although she was the only one who could shake herself out of that state, she decided to board the flight, not wanting to miss a reason to celebrate Christmas.

Fiú leis an bhféidearthacht nach raibh a fhios ag Ciarán faoi, bhí sí iomlán daingean.

Even with the possibility that Ciarán might not know, she was entirely resolute.

Ar theacht abhaile, bhí Ciarán i ndiaidh smaoineamh ar ghníomh mór.

Upon arriving home, Ciarán was considering a grand gesture.

D'fhéach sé ar an uaireadóir, an t-am ag sleamhnú ar shiúl uathu.

He looked at the watch, time slipping away from them.

Ghabh sé a seaicéad agus rinne sé an cinneadh dul go dtí an t-aerfort.

He grabbed his jacket and decided to go to the airport.

Bheadh sé in ann, fiú amháin le moill, bualadh léi sular bhuail an clog meán oíche.

He would be able, even with the delay, to meet her before the midnight clock struck.

Stán Niamh amach tríd an fhuinneog bhogtha, chuid airline in uisce agus tuirse.

Niamh gazed out the plane's window, her airline surrounded by water and fatigue.

Bhí a croí ag súil le Ciarán san aerfort, ach bhí dhá amhras beagnach ag íoslach réaltachta.

Her heart was hoping for Ciarán at the airport, but two doubts almost crept into the basement of reality.

Bhí a fhios aici gur féidir le grá a bheith casta, ach fós, tháinig sí suas leis an chónaíchta.

She knew love could be complicated, but still, she rose to the occasion.

Le ham beo, tháinig Ciarán trasna an tseomra, a thrasnadh ar na cosán fingered le chairde bunaithe.

In real time, Ciarán made his way across the room, crossing the familiar paths with founded friends.

Tar éis di Sammhail Dé a dhéanamh le féith, shroich sé í, focal ar bith ag teastáil.

After making a silent prayer, he reached her, no words needed.

Ag tabhairt faoi na bhfáiscthe a fuair í, rith seirbhe sarú-airm tríothú.

Reaching out with embraces that found her, a surge of joyous relief ran through them.

Agus a mbarúlachtaí san aer, bhí an domhan faoi ghrá íon lena chéile arís faoi na solas geal an airfort, ag tuiscint cé chomh spéisiúil agus tábhachtach is atá comhluadar a bhfuilimid.

With emotions in the air, the world was enveloped in pure love between them once more under the bright lights of the airport, realizing how exciting and important companionship is.

Bhí na tine ealaí don Bhliain Nua in airm, ag brath ar moill.

The New Year's fireworks were ready, depending on the delay.

Le chéile, bhí Niamh agus Ciarán ann, ag croí leis an fháilte agus faisnéise nua a choinneáil leis na ghníomhaíocht.

Together, Niamh and Ciarán were there, embracing the welcome and keeping new insights with their actions.

Bhí sé sin go leor, i gcroílár fís a gciorcail, impúnach, agus, i gcoinne na mílte, feiceáil ag léas iad féin a choinneáil.

That was enough, in the center of their vision, resilient, and, against the thousands, visibly holding each other.