Bhí an ghaoth ag séideadh go láidir, ag iompar boladh an fharraige ar bharr Aillte Mhothair.

The wind was blowing strongly, carrying the scent of the sea over the top of the Cliffs of Moher.

Bhí an chraobhóg ar a bhuaic.

The tuft was at its peak.

D'fhéach Aoife amach ar an iomas fhairsing atá foscaithe ag an nádúr.

Aoife looked out at the vast expanse sheltered by nature.

Bhí sí díreach tar éis filleadh ar Éirinn tar éis na mblianta thar lear.

She had just returned to Ireland after years abroad.

Bhí an geimhreadh thart, agus bhí an t-earrach ag teacht isteach le beochan nua.

The winter was over, and spring was arriving with new vitality.

Le gach céim, mhothaigh Aoife an t-ualach dá cuid ceisteanna istigh aici, mar bhagáiste a bhí aici nárbh fhéidir léi scaoileadh.

With each step, Aoife felt the weight of her questions inside her, like luggage she couldn't release.

Céard a tharlódh dá bhfan sí anseo?

What would happen if she stayed here?

Nó ar chóir di imeacht arís?

Or should she leave again?

Ceithre bliana ó shin, d’fhág sí an tír agus í lán de dhóchas.

Four years ago, she left the country full of hope.

Anois, bhí sí ag fiafraí di féin an raibh an cinneadh céanna aici le déanamh arís.

Now, she was asking herself if she had to make the same decision again.

Bhí na sluaite bailithe ar an nGleannán.

The crowds had gathered on the Gleannán.

Turasóirí ó gach cearn, ag glacadh grianghraif, ach bhí Aoife sáite ina smaointe féin.

Tourists from all corners, taking photos, but Aoife was lost in her own thoughts.

Díreach agus í ag dul thar bharr na haillte, chuala sí guth a bhí bruite i gcuimhne aici.

Just as she was passing the top of the cliffs, she heard a voice etched in her memory.

"Aoife?

"Aoife?"

"Bhí Cian ann.

It was Cian.

Cara a seanghlóir.

A friend from old times.

Bhí súile glasa geala aige agus dath an alainn ar a aghaidh fhoighid.

He had bright green eyes and a charming complexion.

Níor bhuail sí leis le fada an lá, ach bhí cuimhní an chairdis fós i mbarr a chinn.

She hadn't met him for a long time, but memories of their friendship were still at the forefront of her mind.

Turasóir eile a bhí ag siúl thart, cosúil léi.

Another tourist walking around, like her.

Bhain siad suaitheadh amháin as a chéile.

They startled each other.

"Cian!

"Cian!

Ní chreidim é," arsa Aoife, a croí ag gealú.

I can't believe it," said Aoife, her heart brightening.

Shuigh siad le chéile ar charraig, an fharraige ag fáscadh an chlaonta.

They sat together on a rock, the sea pressing against the slope.

"Cad atá tú ag déanamh anseo?

"What are you doing here?"

" a d'fhiafraigh Cian.

Cian asked.

"Tá mé ag iarraidh cinneadh a dhéanamh," a d'fhreagair Aoife.

"I'm trying to make a decision," Aoife replied.

Rinne sí cur síos ar a cinntí, ar na rudaí a bhí thart, cé go raibh cuid den scéal fágtha ar lár.

She described her decisions, the things that were past, although part of the story was left out.

Bhí sí ag iarraidh gach rud a chuir taobh thiar dí, céim a thógáil in áit nua - nó fánacht.

She wanted to put everything behind her, to take a step in a new place – or to stay.

Bhí ciúnas leo roinnt ama, ag éisteacht leis an bhfarraige.

They were silent for some time, listening to the sea.

Ansin, thosaigh Cian ag caint faoi na laethanta amháin.

Then, Cian started talking about the old days.

Bhí seanaithní mhealltacha ann agus áthas an chéad bhuailtí.

There were captivating old memories and the joy of their first meetings.

Tríd an gcaint sin, fuair Aoife rud éigin nár thuig sí go raibh uait aici.

Through that conversation, Aoife found something she didn't realize she needed.

"Tá an saol lán rudaí nach mbuailimid leo murar ghlacaimid an t-am iontu," a dúirt Cian go cneasta.

"Life is full of things we don't encounter if we don't take the time for them," Cian said kindly.

Bhí rud éigin a mhealladh Aoife ar ais ar an mbóthar sin.

Something was drawing Aoife back onto that path.

Thuig sí go raibh a seanaidh na hÉireann fós mar chuid uaithi.

She realized that her Irish roots were still part of her.

Uaireanta, ní gá imeacht go fíorghloin ar eagla an radharc dhóibh.

Sometimes, you don't need to leave completely for fear of losing sight of them.

Agus, anois, bhí an fharraige, an t-aer úr, agus Cian léi, léargas úr istigh aici.

And now, with the sea, the fresh air, and Cian with her, she gained a fresh insight.

D'fhág Aoife leis na haillte ina dhiaidh, ach an uair seo le ceann ghlan agus intinn soiléir.

Aoife left the cliffs behind, but this time with a clear head and a clear mind.

Síos, go raibh a croí in áit níos fearr le teacht go luath.

Down below, her heart was in a better place waiting for her soon.

Saghas áthais stellte nua aici, idir iad a bhí d'aois agus iad is nua.

A kind of new happiness was settled within her, between what was old and what was new.

Bealach nua a bhí réidh in aice leis - an bealach ina raibh sí, sa bhaile faoi dheireadh.

A new path was ready beside her – the path she was on, finally home.