Henry cannot sleep. The sounds of the village keep him awake. If only he could hear the song of the night bird.

Look inside Henry's Night

But the whippoorwill does not sing in the village.
Filling a jar with fireflies to light his path, Henry sets off to find the bird no one ever sees. Each time he draws near, the whippoorwill stops singing and flies deeper into the night woods.
Where will the night bird lead him?

Inspired by this passage from Walden:
“Not till we are lost, in other words not till we have lost the world, do we begin to find ourselves.”