Von Boyage

The gasp of wind knocked the air across and down the water, turned men over like dominoes in a line, blew the water in lifting sprays, and made the trees above them mourn with a great gust passing south. Carr Rogers dove down, shutting his eyes tight. He blinked once. And in that instance saw the city, instead of the sea. They had displaced each other. For another of those impossible instants the city stood, rebuilt and unrecognizable, taller than it had ever hoped to be. It hung like a reversed oddity, a top for a bottom, a side for a back.

The sound of its death came after.