- published: 19 Nov 2013
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A cove is a small type of bay or coastal inlet. Coves usually have narrow, restricted entrances, are often circular or oval, and are often situated within a larger bay. Small, narrow, sheltered bays, inlets, creeks, or recesses in a coast are often considered coves. Colloquially, the term can be used to describe a sheltered bay.
Geomorphology describes coves as precipitously walled and rounded cirque-like openings as in a valley extending into or down a mountainside, or in a hollow or nook of a cliff or steep mountainside.
Coves are formed by differential erosion. Differential erosion is when softer rocks are worn away faster than the harder rocks surrounding them. These rocks further erode to form a circular bay with a narrow entrance called a cove.
An example of a cove is Lulworth Cove on the Jurassic Coast in Dorset, England. West of it a second cove, Stair Hole, is forming.
Actors: Kathleen Man Gyllenhaal (writer), Kathleen Man Gyllenhaal (editor), Kathleen Man Gyllenhaal (director), James Roehl (actor), James Roehl (writer), James Roehl (writer), Katie Schorr (actress), Lance Rubin (actor), Shona Tucker (actress), Caitlin Mae Burke (producer), Aidan Tumas (actor), Nicole Wood (actress),
Plot: Don has been going out of his mind. He's totally isolated himself and now wants to either live on a boat somewhere or be insane and productive like Charles Mingus. Only, he'd rather be with someone he cared about (or who cared about him) while on his existential journey. Too bad the women he meets don't get him; in fact, nobody on the eastern seaboard seems to care much about anything at all. Or maybe there's something wrong with him; maybe the problem is that he's the type of person who would walk a fish.
Genres: Adventure, Drama, Romance, Short,Didn't I tell you that it's lonely out there?
Didn't I lie so much and pretty darn well?
It's not that I don't trust you, but I have to check for myself.
I have to tape all the windows when the wind gets rough.
God had a plan for what happened to me.
Knowing that I'm waiting here to see
if things might still turn out alright finally.
Maybe I'll ruin all the good in my life
holding you against me like a slide to the light.
I'm resting my head on the passenger glass.
I'm rolling on the ground to scratch an unreachable back.
God had a plan for what happened for us.
Knowing the hairs on our arms and the dust
collecting on unused glasses and cups.
I can see the change it made in your face:
the slow dissolve from black to gray,
The weird delay between
the things you think and the things you say.
You're petering out, I'm petered away.
I just want to lay down with you.
I won't try anything, I swear.
You won't even know I'm there.
I'm not taking my chances, so I'm counting out loud.
Nothing worse than missing simple trees going by.
Every new day is hard in a very new way.
Every good day is good in its very own way.
Shirley Road Shirley you treated me fine.
Counting the hundreds of faded white lines.
I'm silent and green like a blank highway sign.
Suddenly you smell like winter apples
and the same ways that
make you ripe will make you decay.
And I can hear the worry in your voice,
the quiet blame you point away,
the hidden name beneath
the things you think and the things you say.
They're petering out and you will remain.
I just want to lay down with you.
I won't try anything, I swear.
You won't even know I'm there.