In the Knick of time

It was Saturday morning on June 13 and we were packing. We found my old phones and my first ipod I was flooded with memories. I remember the phones I used since I arrived in New York I remember walking in the streets of New York, riding buses and subways listening to CDs I remember my ipod that was engraved. The players played in New York. Played in the court of dreams. They ran and stop, jumped,…