rabbit, rabbit in the fire

Okay, picture a barn. Are you picturing a barn? Good. Now picture a bonfire that size, on top of a hill in the dark. Rather, five or more of them, on five or more hills dotted around the mountainous countryside.
And once you've got that pictured, you still won't have the sheer face-searing heat scorching your eyebrows while the rest of you freezes at -1°C, as if you're standing on the edge of hell watching a (purely ceremonial, of course, in this day and age) witch go up in flames to celebrate the passage of winter, the coming of spring, the recession of darkness, and above all to drive away evil.

Happy Walpurgis Night.