The Professor

The butterfly collector had over 2000 specimen in his greenhouse. The sun would go in through the glass walls and ceiling and the plants could fill the atmosphere with oxygen - that was how the old professor would spend his afternoons and grip one at a time the butterflies wandering around the air. Carefully he would put them over the board, prick it with a pin and classify it with the proper labels. He would do that passionately, careless about the other living moths flying around the flora. Then he would go to the kitchen and have a coffee or a tea, and walk along with the sunset on the yard. The sun would die out behind a hill nearby, and when the smell of fresh grass would rise, it was time for him to go to the house again.