John Bayley, who wrote the beautiful Elegy for Iris, a memoir about his wife, novelist Iris Murdoch, mentions somewhere "the inevitable solace that right language brings." Elegy for Iris thus would be solace beyond solace.
The clouds I photographed? Well, these late November/early December days rush toward winter's solstice in ever increasing darkness. The often splendid sunsets are a solace against the quick plunge into the sadness of a 430pm darkness.