Un-Airconditioned

I opened my patio door today I don’t care if it’s ninety-five! Inside this senior residence It's always too chilly. In the winter you hear complaints of the cold outside, And yet it’s a hothouse inside. Is it really winter? Then summer arrives. Air conditioning takes over. Suddenly I need warm clothes.. Where's the summer? I want to know it’s summer. I want to smell the fresh air, Hear birdsong and smell flowers, Even feel the heat (up to a point). So I open up my doors And sit outside on my patio or in my living room loving My un-airconditioned summer.