ABSTRACT
There is a village called Yudō that lines the shores of a small inlet on the Sea of Shiranui. The waves in the cove are never rough except once or twice a year when a typhoon strikes. Floating in the bay are small boats and sardine nets, riding the waves flecked with whitecaps that flutter like fretful eyelids. Children, completely naked, enjoy themselves leaping from boat to boat and plunging into the water.
