Inspired by this post. Liebestraum is Franz Liszt’s most famous piano piece, told in 3 parts. The 3rd part, the part Harvey requests, is said to be about unconditional, enduring love. The kind that never fades, that never dies.
The cold morning air is bracing, and Harvey relishes the feel of the wind on his face, the feel of his feet hitting the pavement, as he runs through the paths of Central Park.
He passes another runner coming from the opposite direction and he nods. The man nods back, giving Harvey a once-over with a leer and Harvey smiles to himself and keeps running, turning the corner. He reaches the sidewalk outside the park and is greeted by a couple of ladies running toward him. They smile and he gives them a winning grin that starts to widen when he hears them giggle to each other behind his quickly retreating back.
He loves his morning run.
Finally he reaches the front door of his building and he stops, nodding at the doorman.
“How was the run, Mr. Specter?”
He checks his heart rate with a couple of fingers pressed to the inside of his neck and says, “Good, Henry. Thanks.” He watches a moving van pull into the underground garage, a couple of guys in the cabin, and says, “Someone moving in today?”
He nods. “Apartment twenty-three. Nice guy.”
“He had to have been, for Mrs. Grosvenor to give it up. She loved her place.”
Henry gives him a secret smile. “The new tenant convinced her she loved her grandkids in Florida more.”
Harvey laughs, shakes his head. “Well done. He’s not a fellow lawyer, is he?”
Henry opens the door for Harvey as he shakes his head “He didn’t say. But I did see them move in a baby grand earlier.”