Every year around this time, I feel the pull toward slowness and cocooning — while simultaneously feeling the pressure and overwhelm that the end of the year amplifies, especially in the city. I want to be home before dark and slow-cook a nourishing meal. I want to be in bed by 8:30pm with a good book. I want to prepare for winter and tend to my home and body. I want to sip spiced hot chocolate by the fire at the end of the day. I want to be intentional with the art of gifting.