Now, the seemly floating umbrellas are back, and I have to admit nothing warms my heart more than sitting at a café and sipping some hot cocoa while looking out the window at the umbrellas drifting by themselves in the cold breeze of fall, seemingly without an owner. I swear if the appeal wouldn’t have been approved, someone would have needed to create floating umbrellas just for that visual. 

 

Some friends and family are rejoicing (though we found it hard to capture them on camera), while others are deeply concerned about their relatives suddenly disappearing from their lives, now that the invisible cloaks are legal again.

 

I had a brief period as a Cloaker myself, and it was a liberating experience to exist without people seeing me, without having to consider what they thought of me. To just be. Sometimes I didn’t wear any clothing underneath my cloak, which was quite breezy in the winter. Eventually, my livelihood depended on some visibility, and I had to put down the cloak, after I put on some clothes, of course. 

 

It might not be right for you, but you gotta let people be who they want to be. Maybe they’ll realize it’s not really for them, or maybe they’ll find a way to go about in this world and that’s worth a whole lot. So let “The Cloakers” be Cloakers. And if you feel the brush of something human passing a bit to close too you, smile, maybe there’s someone there that needs it.