Bhí bráth sneachta ar Pháirc an Fhionnuisce.

There was a blanket of snow on Páirc an Fhionnuisce.

Bhí an tírdhreach go hálainn, gach crann clúdaithe le sneachta bán.

The landscape was beautiful, every tree covered in white snow.

Bhí an t-aer úr agus na daoine ann ag lorg ciúnais agus áilleachta.

The air was fresh, and people there were seeking tranquility and beauty.

D'fhág Aoife a ríomhaire agus a cuid oibre taobh thiar, ag lorg inspioráide.

Aoife left her computer and her work behind, looking for inspiration.

Bhí Cian amuigh sa pháirc freisin.

Cian was also out in the park.

Bhí sé ag iarraidh pictiúir a ghlacadh de na fianna i lár na sneachta.

He was trying to take pictures of the deer in the middle of the snow.

Bhí a chroí lán de dhóchas go mbeadh sé in ann radharc fíorálainn a bhaint amach dá thaispeántas atá ag teacht.

His heart was full of hope that he would be able to capture a truly beautiful view for his upcoming exhibition.

Tharla sé go rith siad isteach ar a chéile.

It happened that they ran into each other.

Gan é a bheith pleanáilte, d’amharc Aoife agus Cian ar a chéile agus aoibh, an sneachta ag táinig síos go ciúin timpeall orthu.

Unplanned, Aoife and Cian looked at each other and smiled, the snow quietly coming down around them.

"Tá sé álainn, nach bhfuil?

"It's beautiful, isn't it?"

" a dúirt Aoife, a súile ag taitneamh.

said Aoife, her eyes shining.

"Is fíor duit.

"You're right.

Tá sé mar shníomh ón néal," a dúirt Cian.

It's like weaving from the clouds," said Cian.

Bhí comhrá nádúrtha ag síobadh idir an bheirt agus lena linn sin d'úsáid an bheirt an deis foghlaim óna chéile.

A natural conversation flowed between the two, and during that time, they used the opportunity to learn from each other.

Labhair Cian faoi nádúr agus conas an radharc aighne nua a thabhairt dó.

Cian talked about nature and how to give the scene a new perspective.

Labhair Aoife faoi conas an mothúchán saothair a chur i bhfocail.

Aoife talked about how to put the emotion of work into words.

Le chéile shiúil siad i dtreo an pháirc.

Together they walked towards the park.

Go tobann, stad Cian.

Suddenly, Cian stopped.

Bhí fiadh déine le feiceáil, i lár na sneachta gléineach, crann mar chúlra.

A majestic deer was visible, in the middle of the bright snow, with a tree as a backdrop.

"Seo é," a dúirt Aoife go réidh.

"This is it," said Aoife softly.

"Is í an chléire í.

"It's the revelation."

"Bhí Cian ag brúigh an cnaipe ar a ghléas ceamara.

Cian was pressing the button on his camera device.

Glac sé an grianghraf.

He captured the photograph.

Pictiúr foirfe ó chorrlaigh na sneachta.

A perfect picture from the fringes of the snow.

Ag an am céanna, bhí Aoife ag scríobh a céad líne sa dialann beag a d'iompaigh sí léi.

At the same moment, Aoife was writing her first line in the small journal she carried with her.

An spreagadh tagtha ar deireadh thiar.

The inspiration had finally come.

Ag críoch a lae, bhí a fhios acu go raibh rud éigin speisialta aimsithe acu.

At the end of the day, they knew they had discovered something special.

D’athraigh a dtuiscint ar a n-ealaíona féin.

Their understanding of their own art had changed.

D’athraigh siad ábhair faisnéise agus bheartaigh siad go ndéanfadh siad bualadh le chéile arís.

They exchanged contact information and decided they would meet again.

Bhí Aoife níos oscailte don domhan taobh amuigh dá ríomhaire.

Aoife was more open to the world outside her computer.

Thuig Cian gur féidir le mothúchán mórán a chur in iúl trí bhíthin taobh amuigh den grianghrafadóireacht amháin.

Cian realized that great emotion can be expressed beyond just photography.

Ag imeacht ón bPáirc, bhí siad níos saibhre sa spiorad.

Leaving the park, they were richer in spirit.

Bhí an sneachta fós ag titim, ag clúdach an domhain in áilleacht ghlé.

The snow was still falling, covering the world in radiant beauty.

Scéal nua cruthaíodh in Páirc an Fhionnuisce.

A new story was created in Páirc an Fhionnuisce.