On tour, the hotel window view often gives me my first moment of relative stillness after hours of motion. Sometimes it gives me the best view I’ll have of a town before moving on. Other times it requires an exercise of aesthetic patience. For better or for worse, with the number of nights a year I spend on the road, hotel windows provide me with the view from my home-in-transit — an ever-changing constant. Here’s what I see when I look out.