EXT. SUBURBAN ROAD - DAY From high up above, in and out of view through the foliage, a tall, gangly, blond runner runs alone. PINK FLOYD'S FEARLESS You say the hill's too steep to climb Chiding You say you'd like to see me try Climbing You pick the place and I'll choose the time And I'll climb the hill in my own way Just wait a while for the right day And as I rise above the tree line and the clouds I look down hearing the sound of the things you said Continue Reading