Tá na gaotha fuara ag séideadh timpeall Bhaile Átha Cliath.

The cold winds are blowing around Baile Átha Cliath.

Sa Ghailearaí, tá teas an teallaigh agus fuaim cheolmhar na n-uirlisí traidisiúnta.

In the gallery, there is the warmth of the fireplace and the musical sound of traditional instruments.

I lár na sluaite, tá Eamon, grianghrafadóir as Sasana, suite cois barra, ag ól pionta Guinness dorcha agus ag féachaint timpeall.

In the midst of the crowds, Eamon, a photographer from England, is sitting by the bar, drinking a pint of dark Guinness and looking around.

Tá sé ag iarraidh croí na hÉireann a ghabháil ina pictiúir.

He is trying to capture the heart of Ireland in his pictures.

Ach is Lá Fhéile Vailintín ann, agus mothaíonn sé go bhféadfadh tráchtáil iad a chlúdach.

But it's Lá Fhéile Vailintín (Valentine's Day), and he feels commerce might overshadow it.

Os a chomhair, suíonn Brigid, ealaíontóir áitiúil ar thóir inspioráide.

In front of him sits Brigid, a local artist seeking inspiration.

Níl sí lánchinnte an leigheas a bheidh aici ar a healaín reatha.

She is not entirely sure what will cure her current artistic block.

Tá na línte ar a lámha cosúil le tionlacan airíonna na ceoil atá ag líonadh an phub.

The lines on her hands are like the accompaniment to the melodies filling the pub.

Is léir gurb é an ceol an t-aon rud a bhíonn ag spreagadh í le déanaí.

It is clear that music is the only thing that has been inspiring her recently.

Déanann Eamon cinneadh, in áit fanacht ina thost, beannú do Bhrigid.

Eamon decides, instead of remaining silent, to greet Brigid.

"Is ealaíontóir mé," a deir sí leis, "ach ní dóigh liom go bhfuil aon rud nua á dhéanamh agam anois.

"I'm an artist," she tells him, "but I don't think I'm doing anything new right now."

""Is grianghrafadóir mé," a fhreagraíonn Eamon.

"I'm a photographer," replies Eamon.

"Ach sula dtéann tú ag roinnt d'ealaín liom, lig dom an radharc seo a ghabháil tú.

"But before you share your art with me, let me capture this scene of you.

B’fhéidir go mbeidh muid in ann cabhrú le chéile.

Maybe we can help each other."

"Agus seo mar a thosaigh comhrá na beirte, le cúlra na gceoltóirí a bhí ag casadh amhráin d'aoibhnes an ghrá.

And so began their conversation, with the backdrop of musicians playing songs of love's delight.

Gach nóiméad, bhí ceol traidisiúnta na hÉireann ag déanamh draíochta ar an mbeirt.

Every moment, the traditional music of Ireland was creating magic between the two.

Tar éis tamaill, tosnaíonn an ceol ag dul i dtreise, go tobann.

After a while, the music suddenly intensifies.

Briseann Brigid amach i rince spontáineach, amhail is dá mbeadh an solas istigh aici tar éis cónaidhme a fháil.

Brigid breaks into a spontaneous dance, as if a light inside her had just ignited.

Gabhann Eamon an nóiméad seo go foirfe le ghearradh amháin dá camera.

Eamon captures this moment perfectly with a single click of his camera.

Is nóiméad lámhaigh nádúrtha, fírinneach é, lán le mothúcháin agus tine chruthaitheach.

It is a naturally candid shot, filled with emotion and creative fire.

Ar deireadh an oíche, tarraingíonn Eamon Brigid ar leataobh.

At the end of the night, Eamon pulls Brigid aside.

"Tá seo agat," a deir sé, ag taispeáint an íomhá a bhfuil beogán na healaíne coinnithe ann.

"You have this," he says, showing her the image where the spark of art is preserved.

Amharcann Brigid ar a pictiúr agus feiceann sí rud éigin nua.

Brigid looks at her picture and sees something new.

Sin é an spréach a chaill sí, nádúr na cruthaitheachta, imoibriú i súil an tsaoil.

That's the spark she had lost, the nature of creativity, a reaction in the eye of life.

"Go raibh maith agat, Eamon," a deir sí, corpaiste.

"Thank you, Eamon," she says, sincerely.

"D’athraigh tú mo shaol.

"You've changed my life."

"Tá suíomh nua aimsithe ag Eamon, ní hamháin i gceantair na tíre, ach i gcroílár daoine agus scéalta.

Eamon has found a new setting, not only in the country's regions but in the hearts of people and stories.

Tá nuacht faoin inspioráid tar éis teacht chuig Brigid í féin óna suí istigh os comhair ceoil.

News of the inspiration has reached Brigid herself from her seat inside facing the music.

An oíche bhí sí lán de shiopaí, de chairdeas, agus fuinneamh athchúrsáilte.

The night was full of shops, camaraderie, and recycled energy.

Sin iad na radharcanna nach bhfuil in easnamh ansin, i lár Bhaile Átha Cliath, i bpub teolaí éadromaitheach.

These are the sights not missing there, in the heart of Baile Átha Cliath, in a cozy, dimly lit pub.