Sometimes it be like that.
I like the way you rendered the snow on the ground as being so patchy and ill-tended, as it adds to the overall sense of neglect in the piece, like the still active smokestacks in the pitch of night in the background.
Little details like the still alight butt, the piercings catching the light, and the wisps of outward smoke and breath all help to highlight a small and bitter moment.
Thank you for making this.