Off — Take

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.

For a terrifying second, Elias felt weightless, as if the laws of gravity had simply forgotten him. But as the wheels tucked away and the ground fell into a miniature grid of toy houses and silver-threaded rivers, the fear vanished. He wasn't falling; he was rising. Above the clouds, the sun hit the wing with a blinding gold light, and for the first time in his life, Elias realized that his world hadn't ended—it had just gotten much larger. Take Off

Should I add a (like a storm for Elias or a supply chain issue for Sarah)? As the engines began their low, guttural roar,

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." Then, the nose lifted

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.