A single spruce tree, heavy with creamy snow, rises from a low bank of drifted ground toward a small antique-gold star. Around it the sky is a deep, softly mottled green-black, dotted with a few quiet snowflakes.

The snow is laid on in thick, buttery palette-knife strokes over a fine linen weave, while the night is painted thin and matte. The only light seems to come from the snow itself, giving the scene a hushed, nostalgic winter calm.