Bhí Aoife ina seasamh ar Dhroichead na Leathphingin i mBaile Átha Cliath, féachaint síos ar Abhainn na Life faoi scáth na nduilleog buí agus órga.

Aoife was standing on Droichead na Leathphingin in Baile Átha Cliath, looking down at the Abhainn na Life under the shadow of the yellow and golden leaves.

Bhí an fómhar i lár a réime, agus bhí an ghaoth ag spraoi leis na craobhacha suas i ngach treo.

Autumn was in full swing, and the wind was playing with the branches in every direction.

Bhí sí ag smaoineamh ar a todhchaí, cosúil le machnamh na gréine ag damhsa ar an uisce thíos.

She was pondering her future, like the reflection of the sun dancing on the water below.

Bhí sí míshásta ag an gceo a bhí ina hintinn.

She was unhappy with the fog in her mind.

Ba mhaith léi bealach a roghnú, slí shábháilte i mBaile Átha Cliath le post cobhsaí nó a paisean do cheol a leanúint in áit nua.

She wanted to choose a path, a safe way in Baile Átha Cliath with a stable job or to follow her passion for music in a new place.

Bhí brú ón gclann uirthi, post oifigiúil a fháil; ach ina croí, bhí glór a thóg í in áit eile.

Her family was pressuring her to get a formal job; but in her heart, a voice was taking her elsewhere.

Ní raibh a fhios aici cad atá le déanamh.

She didn’t know what to do.

Ach ina hintinn, bhí fonn uirthi machnamh a dhéanamh ar rogha eile.

But in her mind, she had a desire to reflect on another choice.

Déanfaidh sí rud spontáineach, rachaidh sí chun ceol na gceoltóirí sráide a chloisteáil.

She would do something spontaneous, go listen to the music of the street musicians.

Rinne sí cinneadh.

She made a decision.

Chas sí go mall ó thús an droichid, nuair a thosaigh ceol na veidhlín ag líonadh an spáis thart uirthi ar an droichead.

She slowly turned from the start of the bridge, just as the music of the violin started filling the space around her on the bridge.

D'éist sí le gach nóta, gach leid den cheol beagáinín seanchasach ach grámhar á chroílár.

She listened to every note, every hint of the somewhat old-fashioned but loving music at its core.

Thit aoibhneas ar Aoife.

Joy fell upon Aoife.

Bhí sí ag éisteacht leis an veidhleadóir, Ciaran, a bhí ag seinm le paisean.

She was listening to the violinist, Ciaran, who was playing with passion.

Ní raibh ann ach ceol, ach i ngach corda, bhraith Aoife brí.

It was just music, but in every chord, Aoife felt meaning.

Bhí an mothú seo ag dul díreach isteach ina croí, ag scaoileadh na ceisteanna buartha ina hintinn.

This feeling was going directly into her heart, releasing the troubling questions in her mind.

Bhí comhrá ann idir Aoife agus an ceol.

There was a conversation between Aoife and the music.

Chabhraigh sé léi an cinneadh a dhéanamh.

It helped her to make the decision.

Shocraigh sí go géar faoi dheireadh.

She resolutely decided at last.

Beidh sí ag tabhairt leas a croí.

She would follow her heart’s desire.

Tabharfaidh sí a toil chuig an banna nua sin i gcathair eile.

She will bring her will to that new band in another city.

Tuiscint na hoileán.

Understanding the islands.

Ní hé an stábla a bhí ar a hintinn, ach an saibhreas a chruthaigh an cheol ina anam.

It wasn't stability she envisioned, but the wealth created by the music in her soul.

D’fhill sí abhaile, cróga, lán muiníne agus cinneadh déanta.

She returned home, brave, full of confidence and decision made.

Bhí sí ullamh don chéad chaibidil eile dá saol.

She was ready for the next chapter of her life.

Scríobh sí ceiliúradh na sonas ar phár a croí.

She wrote the celebration of happiness on the parchment of her heart.

Bhí a saol dírithe anois.

Her life was now focused.

Beidh sí ina bainisteoir a saothair chroí, ag leanúint an cheoil go dtí cathair eile.

She would be the manager of her heart's work, following the music to another city.

Saibhreas nua agam díreach os a comhair.

A new wealth right in front of her.

Bhí sí réidh le glacadh leis, agus le tóchas agus grá ina croí, ghlac Aoife céim eile sa tsaoil nua a bhí amach rompu.

She was ready to embrace it, and with excitement and love in her heart, Aoife took another step into the new life that lay ahead of her.

Bhí a muinín ag gliondar ar ais anonn ar Dhroichead na Leathphingin, scéalta nua an lasa a chrochadh isteach sa choimeádaí de chuimhní fómhair.

Her confidence shimmered back across Droichead na Leathphingin, hanging new stories of the past into the keeper of autumn memories.