Seemingly disparate elements finally came together after months of sitting around not knowing of each other's existence. They were destined for other, separate, pieces, which somehow never happened. I believe they were waiting for the right moment.
That's the story of my life, it seems, and impatient as I am, I'm grateful. I would rather wait for things to happen at the right time, than mess with things, worry about them, try to force them, push them to happen, because they never work out that way.