The moving lines
The lines behind the page are drawn on a single canvas. They drift like tape in the wind, go calm under text and ripple when you change sections. Move your mouse over them.
The wind is real. It replays, hour by hour, the wind over Mexico City, where I was born, on the day I was born. Each hour of that day lasts twelve seconds here. The wind's speed sets how hard the lines are pushed, and its direction sets which way the gusts cross, with north at the top. Lift is how high the tallest line rises, in pixels.
Weather data: Open-Meteo