Queen of this land.

In all the good ways a queen can be.

A rubber boot wearing,

dirt under her fingernails,

 absolutely in love with her people, 

 draped with garlands of northern lights and blue flax,
kinda Queen. 

I belong here.

I am exactly where I am supposed to be.

I am not on the cusp of something great

 (as I thought, as recent as a day ago)

I am right in the middle of a beautiful life.

The winds may blow my dress as fiercely as they wish.

It will only assist in spreading my kisses to the masses.