My Dream of Last Night... 

I walked onto my deck, wooden, to sit at a small, round table, metal, with just 2 chairs, with a letter in my hand, 

It is breezy, and I brush back my hair, blowing softly across my face, because of the breeze.

I set the letter down on the small table, with a candle to hold it from blowing away. 

There is a pot-belly stove to keep the deck and me, warm, on the far right corner of the deck.

I lean over the deck and watch a car drive away. 

It is a grey car, from like 1953 - - y'know like something Humphrey Bogart would drive? 

Those old "Tank" cars, bulky and grey? 

It drives down my driveway 

and I turn away to read my letter and notice that it is blowing away in the breeze. 

I never get to read the note... 

I watch it blow away in the wind.

INTERPRETATION?