Hub

Up at six. 6-hour-sleep may not be bad. It feels even a bit chilly this morning.
Sometimes I wake up with a distant roar of an airplane, flying over my house perhaps from Haneda airport to somewhere. I wonder if it used to be like this.
From 14th floor of my office building I can see an endless stream of jets afar off, departing and arriving at Haneda. I never get tired of watching them landing, especially in a twilight.
A small dot of glare appears in the sky. It grows bigger and brighter, gradually taking a form of wings and fuselage as it lowers its position, and in a great distance, silently lands on the runway. Above the plane, in the sky is already another glare, waiting for the next landing. Behind it, I find, in the extended line of of the two bright dots, is another speck of weaker light twinkling. All the three lights are neatly in line as if connected with an invisible string tightly wired in the dark sky.
I once measured the interval of planes landing on the airport. It was about 1.5 to 2 minutes. It's amazing to see them one after another orderly land and take off in spite of such a congested schedule; more congested than a tightest JR line diagram.
"Haneda should be the hub-airport" said the minister of Land, Infrastructure, and Transport. True, it's more convenient than Narita. But looking at the frequent coming and going of airplanes flying over the metropolitan jungle of buildings, I wonder if it is the right choice. I sometimes imagine one of the planes crashed into one of the tall buildings. It should be like what happened in the nine-eleven.
Maybe I'm worrying too much. But I have a mixed feeling about the modernized city being further modernized with an international hub-airport.