I am surrounded by positive vibrations.

Rooms have a temperature that has nothing to do with the heating. You can read it within a minute of walking in.

Some of that you inherit and some of it you set. The barista who remembers your order changes fifty mornings without trying. So does whoever tells the generous version of what happened rather than the sharp one.

You aren't only surrounded by it. On any given day you're part of what surrounds everyone else in the room, including the ones having a worse week than you.