Postcards from Scandinavia - Day 3

Day 3 - Reading fika during fika

In Sweden, fika isn’t just coffee—it’s a pause, a ritual of slowing down. Today, I sat with a book in hand, sipping warm coffee as the world outside seemed unrushed. Reading during fika felt like two comforts meeting each other.

It wasn’t about finishing chapters or emptying the cup. It was about being fully present with both—the words on the page and the warmth in my hands. A reminder that nourishment isn’t only for the body, but for the soul too.

Perhaps this is why fika is sacred: it teaches us that rest is not the absence of doing, but the presence of being.

Back home, I often drink tea while scrolling, rushing, or planning. Today, with fika, I remembered what it feels like to simply be with my cup—and with myself.

When was the last time you sat with your drink, not as a habit, but as a little ceremony of presence?