All those larches in front

Sometimes I just stand there, looking at this wall of trees, all larches, they stand on the other side of the valley. How indistinguishable they are, from a distance.

Yet, in between, there is a road: we call it the velvet path, usually, because of the fact that when the larches lose their leaves, the road is filled with a red, fluffy layer that you don't even hear your own footsteps walking on it anymore - you can also see it in the picture, this road.

Walking among them, the larches, you can clearly see that they are all different, that each one has taken its own direction, although they all point up.