Why is flying so romantic?

Maybe because it's the fastest way to get to places that are exotic to us. But I mean, there is virtually nothing about it, per se, which is even pleasant, especially if you are flying alone. From the stressful and undignified security check, removing your shoes and belt, to the dull food and cramped seats, no matter which class you are flying.

Still. It's almost as if I can hear a brass band playing in the distance: "...and softly murmurred: soon..."

"...with still a million things to say..."