Last week, about 5 a.m. on a weekday, somebody visited one of the (tiny, in full view of the street) garden areas next to our circular drive. The person lit a fire in front of a wooden bench and behind a low-growing box shrub, and danced around it.
The police and fire department responded. They stood respectfully back and waited for this person to finish their religious observance. This person then retired to another building not too far away. Perhaps then the fire department took care of any lingering aura surrounding the event.
A naked woman is the only way this story makes any sense whatsoever. Since the equinox was almost a month ago, I have no idea what religion it may have been. I think she should use a hibachi next time.