Nostalgia and Decaying RAF Bases (night of 30/11/2014)

I have joined some kind of Facebook group dedicated to decaying RAF breaks. being part of this group mean regular meetings in real life visiting these places. The people who are members of this group are all 'RAF kids'. One such place we are in is a bright white room, perhaps on the second floor. The paint is peeling off of the walls. There is a woman here. The place immediately makes me feel at home. Outside of the windows I see a landscape full of the most amazing trees. I long and yearn for these trees, and feel a huge and sad nostalgia for  childhood that is now gone.