When the last light fades and the great golden sun slips beyond the hills, the Big Woods come alive.

The Nocturns — those beloved creatures of shadow and moonbeam — tumble forth to greet the night as an old and trusted friend. For them, darkness is not something to be feared. It is home.
 
But not for Howard.
 
Howard is a raccoon of sharp eyes and sharper opinions, a creature utterly convinced that only what can be seen can be known. What use is a world you cannot examine, measure, or fully understand? Give him daylight — honest, clear, and certain — every time.
 
Then the darkness swallows him whole.
Lost among the whispering trees, with neither sun nor certainty to guide him, Howard must face the question every clever mind eventually stumbles upon: What if the truest things in this world cannot be seen at all?
 
By the time the moon sets and the first pale suggestion of dawn creeps across the wood, Howard will have learned what no amount of daylight could have ever taught him — that the deepest knowing does not live behind the eyes.

It lives in the heart.