Take Off -

Sarah looked at the mountain of shipping boxes waiting to be filled. "This is it," she said, a grin finally breaking through her exhaustion. "We’re finally taking off."

Elias sat in 14A, his knuckles white as he gripped the armrests. He had spent thirty years with his feet firmly on the soil of his small town, but today, he was leaving. Take Off

On a Tuesday afternoon, she posted a simple video of her latest version—a small, recycled-plastic device that could "talk" to plants. She went to sleep with twelve views. She woke up to twelve thousand. Sarah looked at the mountain of shipping boxes

As the engines began their low, guttural roar, the vibration traveled from the floorboards into his very bones. The plane taxied, paused, and then—with a sudden, breathtaking surge of power—pushed him back into his seat. The world outside the window blurred into a streak of gray and green. Then, the nose lifted. He had spent thirty years with his feet

Should I add a (like a storm for Elias or a supply chain issue for Sarah)?