Steady

I don't know why it's said it's darkest just before dawn.
As I heard his steady gait drawing nearer and nearer, that small silent town, what existed in darkness, became clearer and clearer.  He was a venerable young fella, determined, peaceful, becoming a man, up before dawn to beat the noise and the mess. It eased me hearing him come and watching him pass. I adored every morning I would catch him at that moment.  It was just he and I not another sound.  Not knowing the future, one day I came to know him well, I knew who I had found, and, dang it,  I fell.