This piece to me is almost the antithesis to Munch's "Scream". In his work the figure is caught in a turmoil of self and it's reflected in his environment, here the figure, also solitary and in the foreground, seems to be at one with his world. The soft guazy hues of the world in which he inhabits is mirrored in his/her own face and head.

Is he/she wearing a hat with head down to the wind? Doe he/she simply have the blankness of face becoming all of us enjoying his connection with the world from sky to trees to city behind.

If Munch's work is "the scream" this is "the sigh".