Tá tráthnóna fuar geimhridh i mBaile Átha Cliath, agus tá sneachta ag titim go trom ar Shráid Uí Chonaill.

It is a cold winter afternoon in Baile Átha Cliath (Dublin), and snow is falling heavily on Sráid Uí Chonaill (O'Connell Street).

Níl sé lá gnách.

It is not a normal day.

Níl aon rud ag gluaiseacht.

Nothing is moving.

Na busanna, na carranna, gach rud i bhfostú.

The buses, the cars, everything is stuck.

Cuireann sé imní ar Aisling, ailtire óg atá tiomáinte.

This worries Aisling, a driven young architect.

Tá cruinniú tábhachtach aici.

She has an important meeting.

Tá a croí ag preabadh agus gan aon chabhair ag teacht.

Her heart is racing and no help is coming.

Tá Cillian, a bhíonn ag seinm ceoil ar an tsráid de ghnáth, ag fanacht ag faoileog an radhairc os comhair Chathair Baile Átha Cliath.

Cillian, who usually plays music on the street, is waiting at the edge of the scene in front of Cathair Baile Átha Cliath (Dublin City).

Tá sé ag súil go dtiocfaidh an aimsir chun feabhais, ach ní thréigeann an sneachta.

He hopes the weather will improve, but the snow doesn’t let up.

Tá sé i gcónaí ag brionglóid faoi bheith i mbanna ceoil mór.

He constantly dreams of being in a big band.

Anois, níl aige ach a ghiotár agus splanc lán solais ó na soilse Nollag ag scinneadh ar a aghaidh.

Now, he only has his guitar and a flash of light from the Christmas lights glistening on his face.

Ar an imeall, tá Seán, iriseoir, ag cuardach scéal eile.

On the fringe, Seán, a journalist, is searching for another story.

Tá an spéir ag titim amach.

The sky is falling apart.

Níl suim aige sa Nollaig, ach tá suim aige i gcás speisialta mar seo.

He isn’t interested in Christmas, but he is interested in a special case like this.

Tá a shúile sáite i ngach rud a tharlaíonn timpeall air.

His eyes are glued to everything happening around him.

Tá silky sneachta ag bailiú ar a hata, agus tá réaltaí sneachta mar a bheadh damhsa orthu in oibreacha cuimilte an traice.

Silky snow is gathering on his hat, and snowflakes seem to dance in the swirling winds of the track.

Bhí Aisling ag streachailt tríd an sneachta, ag déanamh iarrachta an cruinniú a bhaint amach in am.

Aisling was struggling through the snow, trying to reach the meeting on time.

Ach níl rud ar bith ag oibriú mar ba chóir.

But nothing is working as it should.

Tá sí faoi bhrú agus ní fheiceann sí aon tslí amach.

She is under pressure and sees no way out.

Go tobann, feiceann sí Cillian agus Seán i lár an tsráid.

Suddenly, she sees Cillian and Seán in the middle of the street.

Tá siad ag roinnt deoch te agus ag seinm amhráin i gcoinne an fhuar.

They are sharing a warm drink and singing songs against the cold.

Cillian ag canadh, Seán ag gáire trína chuid scéalta grinn.

Cillian is singing, Seán is laughing through his jokes.

Stopann Aisling, agus d'fhéach sí orthu go ceisteach.

Aisling stops and looked at them questioningly.

"Nach bhfuil tú tuirseach?

"Aren't you tired?"

" a d'fhiafraigh sí.

she asked.

"Níl," arsa Cillian, "níl aon slí eile.

"No," said Cillian, "there's no other way.

Tá an aimsir lasmuigh uafásach, ach tá an spraoi istigh i gcónaí.

The weather outside is terrible, but the fun is always inside."

" Dúirt Seán, "Feicim ann, nach féidir linn fáil amach anseo, cén fáth nach mbainfimid taitneamh as?

Seán said, "Since we can't get out of here, why not enjoy it?"

"Is ann a shroicheann Aisling cinneamh ansin.

It is then that Aisling makes a decision.

Déanann sí dearmad ar an cruinniú agus suíonn síos leis an dá fhear.

She forgets the meeting and sits down with the two men.

Glacann sí an giotar ó Cillian ar feadh chúpla nóiméad, ag eisiúint cúpla corda simplí.

She takes the guitar from Cillian for a few moments, strumming a few simple chords.

Da réir a chéile, tosaímid ag teacht le chéile, ag canadh in éineacht.

Gradually, they start coming together, singing along.

Tagann daoine eile timpeall orthu, ag glacadh páirti san fheachtas ceol agus áthas a thógáil i measc an torann ciúin ón bhforaois sneachta.

Others gather around them, joining in the mission to bring music and joy amidst the quiet noise from the snowy forest.

Tá cupsán cócó te ar láimh gach duine, agus scéalta ghrinn á n-aithris.

Everyone has a cup of hot cocoa in hand, and jokes are being recounted.

Roimh fada, tá gealgháire agus ceol ag imeacht ar an aer.

Before long, laughter and music fill the air.

Is le chéile a chonaic Aisling rud atá níos luachmhaire ná a cuid uaillmhianta aonaracha.

Together, Aisling sees something more valuable than her solitary ambitions.

Faigheann sí sásamh i dteannta daoine eile, i dteannta gach rud a tharlaíonn, fiú agus an chathair faoi scuab sneachta.

She finds satisfaction in the company of others, in everything happening, even with the city under a blanket of snow.

Tar éis an scéal, aithníonn Aisling go bhfuil brí níos doimhne i gceangail phobail.

After the story, Aisling realizes there is a deeper meaning in community bonds.

D'fhoghlaim sí, idir shneaigheadh agus amhrán, go n-éiríonn le scéalta má bhíonn siad á roinnt, agus go soláthraíonn croí a séiseanna rithim an t-saoil.

She learned, between skiing and song, that stories succeed when they are shared, and that the heart of their melodies provides the rhythm of life.

Tá an sneachta fós ag titim, ach i saol Aisling, seasann teas nua ag dul amach i gcoinne an fhuar.

The snow is still falling, but in Aisling’s world, a new warmth stands against the cold.