Doris Lady Of The Night -

Tonight, when the rest of the world goes to sleep, pour yourself a glass of something dark. Open the window. Put on a record—slow, sad, and full of brass. Look out at the sleeping city and realize: you are not alone.

![A moody photograph of a neon sign flickering in a rain puddle] Doris Lady of the Night

For those who walk that hour—the insomniacs, the poets, the jazz musicians, and the lost—there is a name whispered on the humid city breeze: Tonight, when the rest of the world goes

Doris is the Lady of the Night , and if you haven’t met her yet, you haven’t been paying attention. In the lexicon of urban legend, Doris is the patron saint of the small hours. She is neither dangerous nor entirely safe. She is the embodiment of the night’s duality: the loneliness and the liberation. Look out at the sleeping city and realize: you are not alone