Here is an excerpt from Once More to the Lake, first published in 1941 in Harper's Magazine (http://genius.com/E-b-white-once-more-to-the-lake-annotated).
"We went fishing the first morning. I felt the same damp moss covering the worms in the bait can, and saw the dragonfly alight on the tip of my rod as it hovered a few inches from the surface of the water. It was the arrival of this fly that convince me beyond any doubt that everything was as it had always been, that the years were a mirage and there had been no years. The small waves were the same chucking the rowboat under the chin as we fished at anchor, and the boat was the same boat, the same colour green and the ribs broken in the same places, and under the floor boards the same freshwater leavings and debris -- the dead helgramite, the wisps of moss, the rusty discarded fishhook, the dried blood from yesterday's catch."
Belgrade Lakes, Maine photo courtesy http://belgradehistoricalsociety.org/gallery/.