You know, I distinctly remember feeling that way after the December 2003 storm ended. I didn’t even live in this area but I was a young teenager down south (MD to be exact) with a foot of snow in his yard in early December, and was sad looking outside in awe and wondering when I’ll see something like this again so early in the season.
Ive felt that way after a few other big rare storms but that one stood out. I think now that I’m older I’ve seen enough of them that I’m not as emotional but I completely get it.
I’ve also had similar feelings when a really good winter came to an end, and the last of the snowpack melted away to remind me of what has ended.