The Third Thursday of November

Then a pleasant, soothing noise filled his head, as if a warm wind had blown from that very French vineyard where they bottled young wine, and the candles burned especially brightly, and through the warm wind in his head, Plato thought that he had actually never had such a holiday, that only Lyoka could have thought of it!.. And he also thought that it was not about Beaujolais or the fact that today is the third Thursday of November, but about the joy and interest they felt together, which had never been the case when they were alone, and so it would always be now!..