I am an early riser. I haven't always been an early riser but, now, at this point in my life, I can say I've been an early riser for most of it.
In high school and college, I got up early for swim practice several times a week before class. At Johns Hopkins in Baltimore, this often entailed trudging across a frozen campus in the preternatural early morning dark.
My first job in Boulder, Colorado was at a breakfast and lunch place called Rocky Mountain Joe's Cafe. Opening the restaurant required very early mornings, frequently battling a couple of hours sleep and a hangover, and greeting the first customer promptly at 6:00 a.m., waiting at the door in the snow, a regular who ordered the same thing every morning with a side of "limp bacon".
That's why, when I came across an article on NPR on four foreign language words that have no exact English translation, I was immediately drawn to the word "soubhiyé".
In Lebanese Arabic (of which I am 50 percent), soubhiyé refers to that period of time in the morning when no one else is awake but you, and you can either have some quiet time to yourself before the household is awake, or you can invite a friend or neighbor to join you for coffee and tea and you have some catch-up time together before the day get started.
I get up early to make breakfast and school lunches for the kids. But even if I didn't have this quotidian chore, it is likely I would still get up early. I am drawn to the quiet of that time of day, a period to gather oneself and mentally prepare for what lies ahead. I can't imagine the converse, and days when I overslept and thrown into the demands of the day almost never go as smoothly or end well.
As such, I don't think I would ever invite a friend over before the rest of the house is awake, but when Elise is also up during soubhiyé, it gives us an opportunity to catch up, share our dreams from the night before -- some good, some bad -- and talk about what we have going on that day.
Our lives sometimes feel frantic and Colombo feels like the inside of a hornets' nest. I have to remember in a few months we'll move to a city of 20 million, the most populous in the Arab world and one of the largest metropolitan areas on the globe. Colombo seems loud and makes us yearn for quiet. I've heard Maadi, a neighborhood of Cairo where the school is located and where we hope to live, is a calm oasis amid the chaos of Cairo, but all things being relative, Maadi is likely much busier and much louder than Colombo. I take that for granted sometimes. But at least we would be returning to a part of the world where soubhiyé is not unfamiliar.