The porch Light in the afternoon

"I was outside my childhood home, standing in the patch of grass where we used to leave the sprinkler. The yard was much bigger, but I still knew exactly where to step so I wouldn't get mud on my shoes. I could hear someone washing dishes through the kitchen window. I thought it was my mom and almost called out, then remembered I didn't live there anymore. For some reason I started picking up sticks instead, like I needed to finish before I could go inside. My old swing was there, hanging so low it touched the ground. I sat beside it and found a little plastic shovel in the grass. I was weirdly relieved nobody had thrown it away. Then the porch light came on, even though it was still afternoon. I stood up expecting someone to call me in for dinner, and just waited."