The other night I was sitting at the glass door which was slightly ajar enjoying my smoke. I was sitting there instead of on the porch because it was cooling down quite quickly and expected to get downright cold over night and it was warmer sitting just inside the house than outside. I often like to watch the road out front or examine the porch I am working on. On one of the posts leading to the roof of the porch, my American Flag was waving a little too profusely in the cooling wind. I put my cigarette down and went outside and took my flag down and rolled it up on it's staff then put it inside. I imagine this doesn't seem too unusual, but there was a reason why I stowed the Flag. The area I fly it in is well lit, and it is an all weather flag so it was correctly flown but it was getting cold outside. I didn't want my flag to get cold. Sounds crazy, but I was thinking of our nations flag in the terms of something that was living and breathing. Something that might suffer in bad weather. When I realized what and why I had stowed my flag I thought about it for a moment or two and asked myself whether other folks thought about the flags they flew as living or just an object of appreciation. I am not sure what other people think but I do know this....I taught myself accidently what my heart thinks.