It's those streets running due east and due west that witness sunrise and sunset directly at their vanishing points. Case in point:
This picture was made yesterday, approximately 14 hours before the sun crossed the equator this morning, marking the inexorable march toward winter in the northern hemisphere, and summer in the southern hemisphere.
These milestones of every year, like birthdays, anniversaries, and the New Year, signify the inexorable march of time, or rather, in the words of the poet Henry Austin Dobson:
Time goes, you say? Ah no!
Alas, Time stays, we go.
Alas such is life.
If only we wouldn't go so fast.