Old House - but not in the Prairie

Sometimes he wondered how an object can be a gateway to the subconscious mind to wonder to the things of the past, or imagine things of the future. There is no particular time that would take place. There is no particular weather pattern either. But he became aware that he sees things differently when the sun is bright and the sky is blue. The same thing seems to invoke different images and memories, depending on the time of the day.
That was what happened one morning many years ago when he drove to work. That old house, seemingly under continuous construction, tucked in the midst of tall trees and well kept bushes, on the swampy side of the winding road was erected only a few months back. There seemed to be a lot of activities around it, but changes or progress were not noticeable.
That old house brings back memories of the one in which he spent his childhood years - that must have been many decades ago. That isolated, lone house at his village or kampung. It's no longer there. Being abandoned uninhabited for many years termites feasted on it. Once upon a time, it stood strong in the remoteness of the area, in the serene silence of the surrounding of rows of oil palm and rubber trees. Occasionally, rubber tree seeds pop up in mid-air to hit the zinc roof before recoiling to the ground.
A single track of about 500-meter dirt road connects it to the main thoroughfare. That track is much more improved now many times over compared to the times when he had to leave his car by the main road and walk that 500 meter to the house. It even has a name now. But the place is still as desolate as it once was and the real reason for visiting it has long gone.