Think of “The Cuckoo” (Roud 413). It’s a song about wandering, about a bird that never finishes its call. Think of “The Water is Wide” (Roud 87)—a song about love that can’t quite land. These aren’t action songs. They’re waiting songs. They exist in the pause between heartbeats.
These numbers are coordinates to lost emotional territory. So when I saw “enni roud,” I assumed it was a song title. Enni. Perhaps a variant of “Annie,” or a mishearing of “Ennui.” enni roud
So I did what any obsessive would do. I went down the rabbit hole. Think of “The Cuckoo” (Roud 413)