Now begins the most conflicted and happy season for me. My heart yearns for the salt air of my youth on the North Fork of Long Island, but I just cannot bear the LIE. And to be honest, I've also grown cranky about low tide, jellyfish and rip tides. But oh the light, the pure light of Eastern Long Island. Sigh. So,instead, we head for unchic New Jersey lake country and a pond without boats or traffic or crowds. Just hawks circling up on the ridgetop. We may go 'down the shore' to see old friends this weekend, and I really really hope that Bruce comes on the radio. When he rasps: 'Sandy the aurora is risin' behind us', my heart breaks for some foolish lost youth. And I will try to keep the salt on my skin as long into cocktail hour as possible.