Rolling Through a Golden Sweden

There’s something about taking the train in Sweden this time of year that feels almost ceremonial.

It’s like a slow, rocking meditation – especially the stretch between Göteborg and Stockholm, a journey I’ve done countless times yet never tire of.

On Sunday, I boarded the SJ train northward, camera in hand, with Michael McDonald’s voice in my ears as he read from his autobiography.

Sörmland, in particular, was putting on a show. Lakes shimmered like scattered mirrors. Forests stood tall and lush, their dark green contrasting beautifully with golden seas of wheat. You’ll also spot fields of barley, rye, oats, and potatoes – Sörmland is a breadbasket, and right now, it’s bursting at the seams.

It’s easy to forget how vast and open Sweden can feel until you see it from a train window. No rush. No airport queues. Just hours of uninterrupted beauty – lakeside summer homes, red barns, windblown trees.

I filmed these clips during the ride. Nothing fancy – just raw glimpses of a Swedish summer in motion.