It's a long time until summer, but this might make it seem shorter: "Once More to the Lake" by E.B. White--your good reading fix of the day!

One summer, along about 1904, my father rented a camp on a lake in Maine and took us all there for the month of August. ... I have since become a salt-water man, but sometimes in summer there are days when the restlessness of the tides and the fearful cold of the sea water and the incessant wind which blows across the afternoon and into the evening make me wish for the placidity of a lake in the woods. A few weeks ago this feeling got so strong I bought myself a couple of bass hooks and a spinner and returned to the lake where we used to go, for a week's fishing and to revisit old haunts.